Firefly Ravine contralto

She wanted to know how. He'd come here knowing this but still, he couldn't help it. His gaze dropped and he felt that creeping, familiar shame threaten to overwhelm him. He'd been so glad to be home but, even there, he hadn't been able to shake the sensation that had first made itself known within Ursus. It lurked like a shadow and, recognizing it, Gannet had sought to wrestle it forth. He'd only half succeeded.

It had been enough to start the wheels. Ashlar swallowed, trying to recapture the conviction he'd come here with. It was harder now that he was face to face and asked to speak for his skill.

B- Papa began teaching me m...medicines. He said quietly. He did not like he way they words quavered but he could not help it. It did not matter how close of friends they might be - Ashlar was incapable of speaking confidently of a skill he had neither tested nor proven. I can't fight, but I can still... He trailed off, suddenly feeling far less sure of coming here. Not because he did not wish to but because he could not know what she saw when she looked at him. Friend, coward, or both?

I'll work hard. He finished somewhat lamely, but there was a resolved determination in his eyes when he finally lifted them. Maybe he wasn't valuable yet... but he would be.