@Steady ♥
Calloon, while not having paid attention much to it, had risen in the rank as a tiny, mute rocket. It was not a position he found to fit him, and yet could see why they would've assigned them it. He was actively hunting, filling the caches, and he'd been around for quite some time. He had met wonderfully coloured souls, had conversed without any words, and had gathered many names for himself. His favourite would forever stay "Bud" and "Comla", since the two names had been given by the ones he considered the closest friends.
Spring had settled, and Calloon was glad. The Wise Ones had done a wonderful job with the new world; and he was ready to explore his home even more. Wandering through Easthollow, he was doomed (or blessed) to run into someone at some point.
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