Redhawk Caldera Time will tell what we're all about

What are you good at? This was a question Fiadh didn't know the answer to. Her eyes bounced back and forth from Towhee to Elwood as she contemplated it, chewing idly on her tongue as she did so. At half a year old, Fiadh hadn't really thought much about her future. Most of the time, she was just trying to keep up with her siblings in the race for the title of Wildest Blackthorn Ever, from sparring with them to trying to outdo them in hunts to trying to be more mature than them, but she wasn't sure any of that translated into a trade. She didn't have the ambition to focus on one thing all the time.

Fiadh was good at being Fiadh, and that was really all she could think of. But, being Fiadh, she had to be the best, and so after a long moment of thinking and letting her eyes drift between father and sister, she blurted out, "can't I just be good at everything instead?"