Bearclaw Valley greensprout

Ayyye, you get my 800th post

The skill was not one that he so easily saw a purpose for but, after a moment of consideration, found that perhaps it could be useful; if the male was used to travelling, then maybe he could send him to Easthollow every now and again, rather than making the trip himself. Although he didn’t mind seeing his sisters, he found himself wanting to stick to his own home more often than not—having a scout, he could maintain a connection with his family members without having to leave his home.

Lazy, maybe, but he neither realised nor cared.

“You can join,” he decided. “Put on some weight and be ready at all times, just in case I need to send you somewhere.” Although his decision was a selfish one, he would at least let the guy better himself before being sent away—he wasn’t entirely unreasonable, usually.