Kintla Flatlands cause i can stand to stay here, right where i am

@Rhaenys

ingram's searches took him further from diaspora, though not for lack of trying. thus far he had only secured some things he would deem "suitable for children". frankly the more he looked at his wares, the more he became concerned for choking hazards. the pinecone was brittle and could be lodged in the tiny throats of a pup. the hares' ear was slowly decaying, and could poison them before they were even of age to chew on them.. and sticks... sticks could splinter in their tongue or worse, get stuck in the roof of their little babe mouths.

the more he thought about toys, the less he liked about them -- up until he was in the middle of the flatlands, debating whether or not this deer antler he had in his jaws was appropriate. its ends were awfully sharp....