Anano then grabbed a vase and hurled it at him. The little lion, terrified, flinched and bolted out the door.
The commotion must have alerted Egarli Yalan, as he quickly returned. It was unclear what they said, but they fell into another argument.
The little lion cowered in a corner by the door, hiding in the shadows and listening silently to the familiar commotion inside the hall.
After an unknown amount of time, it was over.
He slowly crept back into the hall from the darkness, only to find them both gone. The floor was littered with shattered glass and porcelain. The flowers he had picked were crushed beyond recognition.
He circled the broken flowers several times, trying to piece them back together, but he found it was impossible.
His stomach still ached faintly. The little lion suddenly plopped onto the ground, covered his face, and began to sob. Crying, he ran to the council hall to find Egarli Yalan, seeking his father's comfort.
