Silver Creek Sweet Summer Wind

He nodded, wondering now what he would pursue. He'd not been anywhere long enough to really devote himself to anything. Healing wasn't his forte, he didn't care for herbs nor for dealing with the sick and wounded. Fighting wasn't enjoyable to him, though he'd fight if he must. Perhaps a scout or a hunter. He didn't have a mind much for story-teller, but history was something he found interesting. The tales stuck well in his head. Perhaps, in the future, that could be a path for him as well.

"I'll be sure to come to you should I find myself ailing then." He said, smiling at her. "Assuming I wouldn't put your children in risk of contacting anything, of course." He smirked at her comment, chuckling himself. "I'll hold you to that!" As she got to names, he wondered about what his own children would be named. Her answer made sense, and he shared the history behind his own name. "My parents combined their names to create mine and my siblings. My father was named Hessar, my mother Catonia. Although, I think I was luckiest of the lot. Heston, obviously me. Two brothers: Harto and Hintar and a single sister: Cassia. My sister didn't get off too bad, either, I suppose." He wondered why they'd decided to name that way. Would his name blend well with that of his mate?