He sat, thinking about his brother. Hm, he was overreacting. It really could have been something else, someone else. Assuming this person was his brother was like assuming any random person was. He calmed down, thinking about it logically. He couldn't help but try to look for him earlier. He wanted to see his brother so much. After all, it was Tristan who saved him from being a slave, a long time ago. He simply wished that he had someone who understood him, who could fly along with him in the sky....but the past was gone, and the present was where he was living, whether he liked it or not.
Oliver sighed, coming into the cave. He looked a bit more cheerful than before. He shook some raindrops off of himself, his eyes having more spark in them. He walked over to Ulma, looking over her shoulder at the writings in her book. He couldn't read them. He wondered about why she liked plants. He guessed they weren't hard to understand because they didn't think or talk. Well, perhaps that made them harder to understand. Oh well. He pointed to the book's page and said, "What are you writing about?"
