Tris had reached the age of six months. He barely cried when he was hungry, and he learned to talk and crawl quickly. And yet he was attempting to walk! It won't be long until he begins to walk as well. Bella would be hiding behind Tris, ready to catch him if he fell, offering her arms for Tris to support him to walk.
He'd been both a magician and a warrior. With the snap of his finger, he could command the troops of his kingdom's army and make them bow before him. He was unrivaled in spearman ship and energy manipulation, having worked hard in his previous life on Earth to become a Mage. Mages are created rather than born.
Yet he had never felt more pleased than he did now that he could walk!
When he attempted to run, he raised himself up on his buttocks. "There you are! little brother," his sister remarked, lifting up Tristan and placing him in her arms. "Tris, are you having trouble taking a poopy?"
Forcibly change his diaper, which was shockingly full by the time he noticed. Tris was dissatisfied. He was getting used to the sensation of soiling himself after what happened, something he never intended to happen. He could already sense the anguish and shame of being unable to regulate his physical functions.
Tris was now one year old and could talk clearly, albeit in a babyish and infantile voice and language. He couldn't modify his baby accent no matter how hard he tried since his vocal cords weren't fully formed. So, he let things go and only talked when necessary.
He rose up and walked down the chair after finishing his food. Bella, as usual, made certain he got out of the chair securely. He had to leap down to the floor since the chair was too high for him. Her anxieties didn't go away even when he landed smoothly and securely for the nth time, unlike the first time he attempted and almost fell butt down, but she caught him again. He couldn't figure out how she was so fast, but he decided to be ignorant at the time.
When Tris was brought into her room, He enjoyed spending time with his older sister because she always spoiled him with everything, there were a lot of goodies on the table. His favorite was the dark chocolate ice cream with almonds sprinkled on top.
They would both remain in her room and read some tale books while eating ice cream and chocolates.
Tris stared at her and pointed to the goodies. "Ice cream."
"Oh, you sweat baby ." You're adorable. Do you want ice cream?"
Tris gave a nod. Bella sat on the bed's edge and reached for the one with chocolate ice cream. Tris smiled cutely and kissed her "Thanks, big sister."
"Ohh," Bella said. "Are you trying to kill me with your cuteness?" She pressed her lips to his cheeks. "You adorable little boy."
Tris rubbed his cheek in pain, but he didn't mind. He got pinched almost every day, so he got used to it already.
He looked at the stack of books beside the cup of ice cream and a plate of chocolates. He then waved his hand and pointed at the books.
"Would you like to read books?" "Okay, I'll read more storybooks for you." Tris nodded like a good kid, which made Bella happy, and she pressed her face against his once more. She just couldn't get enough of it. She wished she could spend the entire day stuffing her face into his.
'Until now, he had to make do with the stories his sister would tell him to get him to sleep. When she stopped too soon, he grumbled and complained. But this time was different. He was curious about the world he was in. He wanted to grasp his situation, and the only way to do so was to first learn to read and write. He could then read general knowledge books and grasp everything.