Redsand Canyon mestitia

Sybol waited patiently when another new voice began to speak. He listened to the exchange, his body craned towards the exchanged as far as it could reach without standing. He felt strange being the topic of discussion without actually speaking for himself, but felt that it was probably best. He did talk a lot after all, and he didn't want to have to leave early.

She said it best he not stand. He had learned that the hard way. Although, he wondered if he could be so clumsy because he had suffered too many concussions as a child. He hoped to ask her. He hoped it wouldn't mean he'd have to leave. He was sure he could be useful in other ways. He liked it here, he didn't want to leave.