Larksong Grotto Moves west, flowers' shadows

So it seemed Veteran did get some time for his own pleasures as well. Sobo couldn’t help feeling like he was wasting his life in comparison; his days were mostly filled with his own fancies, and only occasionally did he have a proper job to do. Maybe it was high time he fixed that. If he kept busy all the time, then he wouldn’t have any need for the friends he seemed to struggle to make.

Oh! Dere be some lizards on de cliffs sometimes. Dey hang dere all day. Do ya t’ink it is boring ta be a lizard? Are dey fast? Sobo thought they must be very slow, but not if Veteran was able to chase them. He didn’t know about the lights in the sky that Veteran mentioned and schooled himself from asking too many more questions. Sometimes his brain ran off with him, but conversing was a give and take and Sobo needed to learn to be better at giving and not taking.

Duskfire Glacier? Where is dat? he asked with a slight frown as he tried to recall if he had ever heard that name. Nope. He only really knew about Rivenwood. I be Sobo, from Sapphique by de sea. Have ya been ta da sea?