—OSAYI'S POV—
As soon as he landed in front the Sun Temple, he was surrounded by his sisters.
All six of them decided to hug him at the same time, making it hard to breathe let alone move, but he laughed joyously. He may have had issues with seeing them as lovingly as other humans might have with family, but he adored them in his own way.
"You're still too thin. Do they not feed you well at the Academy?" Tunde, the eldest, tsked. She was most likely going to send word to the Headmaster before the day ended.
"I hope you didn't slack off in your spear training," Ehi, the second, admonished, ruffling Osayi's head of curls.
"Thank the Sun your hair's still as moisturized as I remembered! I spent too much time taking care of it for you to mess it up when I am not present," Princess Isayi said with a relieved smile, swatting her older sister's calloused hands from his hair.
Cultural Notes: In some tribes in Nigeria, a nickname given to mothers is ‘Mama [first son’s name]’ hence the title, ‘Mama Osayi’