Hoshor Plains But beware all those angels with their wings glued on

Tilting his head at the question, he took a few deliberate steps forward, and sat alongside the boy. Young man? He thought for a moment, and almost shook his head at the bizarre thought, no he’s still a boy, for a little longer yet. Emrik mentally reassured himself. Clearing his throat for a second time her inspected the sticks one last time, taking the serious tone from Acheron, Emrik thought over his response carefully.

“Well…," he started, “when I was young...,” and didn’t he sound old saying that, “I would also choose the thicker branches, they tended, in my experience, to last longer. As my jaw and teeth grew stronger, with time, I found that I broke thinner sticks faster, and therefore had to find another soon rather than later.” Removing his gaze from the sticks and focusing on the boy, Emrik smiled, waiting to see what Acheron thought of his advice.