The Heartwood Well, nobody's perfect

Not only did Charon instantly notice the lack of giving out a name on Fitz's daughter's behalf, he also noticed how she didn't seem fazed by the tragic loss of his father. Even Dhole seemed sad for him; the least she could've done was look at least a little bit sad. Although Charon was truly sad about the loss of his parents, he tended to use it to win arguments -- such as the "does your father know you're here" argument he'd just won by throwing in the tragic death of his father -- or garnering sympathy and attention.

Subjects passed, but Charon noted that Fitz's daughter also didn't give him any credits about how he wasn't going to tell her father. Charon haughtily considered still telling Fitz. He wished that Saskia were here, so he could show her off, too. Maybe he'd even instruct her to help him bring her back to Fitz, or tell on her, and then his stupid daughter would have to beg for him not to march her right back home. Charon didn't really want to snitch, of course, because snitching wasn't very cool in his book. But she was being obnoxiously rude by not giving his non-snitching-attitude any credits, and it made Charon's blood boil. On the inside, of course. He wouldn't show that he was letting a little kid get to him. Not that she was getting to him, or whatever.

Charon squinted his eyes when Dhole asked for her name, silently saying, yeah, what is your name, you haughty little bitch? Well, maybe if he had decided to speak up, he wouldn't have used those exact words; particularly the last part. He was just extremely worked up about her stupid attitude. Dhole was much cooler than her.

Speaking of Dhole, she went on about the forest in the meantime. Charon glanced around, having momentarily forgotten that they were standing amongst charred ashes due to his frustrations with Fitz's kid. He decided that instead of trying to burn Fitz's daughter in some way, he'd just keep his head cool and be the better wolf... By bragging some more.

"It's from the lightning," he explained calmly, not letting off that he was feeling extremely smart and wanted to be acknowledged for it. "I was sitting on the beach the night of the really big storm, and I saw the lightning strike!" His voice carried a bit more suspense now, because it'd been pretty exciting, and the chronicler in him wanted to enhance the experience even if just by a little bit. "Luckily I was sitting across the beach and was far away enough, so I wasn't in danger of getting hit, but it was pretty amazing to see. There was this blinding flash and a really loud crash, and bits and pieces of a tree flew, like, everywhere!" Never mind how terrified Charon had been to see nature's display of power. "And the remains of the tree were on fire. Luckily it was just a lone tree there, but there were a couple of places in the Bay's forest that looked like a small version of this, so it must've hit in other places. That must've happened here, too..." Except bigger than what he'd seen in Stavanger Bay, so far. Charon looked around, expecting at least Dhole to be the least bit interested in his story -- in fact, he expected her face to be alight with wonder -- and expecting Fitz's dumb daughter to look like she didn't give a shit about nature nor Charon's first-hand experience with how a fire like this started.