Horizon Ridge As clear as the hook in a sweet serenade

Charon didn't really think he could get even more awesome than he already was, but he decided to not crush Osprey's fantasy thoughts that he would be able to be even smarter than he already was. She also said she had no trade, but storyteller sounded like a pretty cool trade. "Your trade's Storyteller, then," Charon concluded sagely, as though he knew all about trades and had just officially granted Osprey the title of 'Storyteller' for a trade.

When Osprey told Charon to tell Drake that she was glad to see him, Charon giggled. "I don't need to tell him, he can hear you — he's right here," Charon said and pointed his nose to the side, where Drake was standing. Silly Osprey.

Osprey then went on to ask Charon about what he had learned as a Naturalist. He looked at the sky, but of course it wasn't night. "Ummm, I learned some star stories, but they're only here in the night," he said. "And oh, I can predict the weather!" He looked at the sky through the naked trees above his head. The sky was pretty clear; the view was great because of it. "There aren't a lot of clouds around, so it's gonna be colder tomorrow." He wasn't sure if it was true, but this was something he had deducted from watching the clouds (or, in this case, lack of clouds); often it was colder than the day before, the next morning.