The Golden Crow in the space was suddenly clamoring to be let out, and it seemed extremely agitated.
Flora, confused, let it out, only to see it ZIP into the two holes in the muddy ground.
The two tots, a boy and a girl, didn't panic or get annoyed when they saw something fly into their holes. The two adorable children didn't seem afraid of Flora at all, unlike their last encounter when they had transformed into gophers and fled in fear.
"Alright, spit it out. Why are you two in the base?"
"Ee-ya…"
"Ee-ya-ya…"
The two tots babbled "ee-ee-ya-ya," under the impression they were having a serious conversation with Flora, all while extending their pudgy, chubby arms toward her.
"Ee-ya… ka-ka… hoh… hoh…"
"Howd… howd… ee-ya."
It took Flora a moment, but she finally understood from the baby girl's babbling that they wanted to be held.
Flora scooped one up in each arm, then turned to Caleb and Lisa.
