Redhawk Caldera life

Eljay understood- perhaps that was why Bronco instinctively invested so much trust in him- the same way he’d felt so easy talking with Wraen. He hadn’t truly felt safe confessing anything to anyone in such a long time, and it suddenly felt as though a sealed cupboard had been opened and the truth was finally able to spill forth, like tiny treasures stored safely long ago. 

”I wish I’d known when I was a kid just how much stress it causes parents for their kids to go wanderin’, or that there was some way to get that through to our kids so they…I dunno. They’ll understand it someday.” He said with a smile, though it never truly reached his eyes and it faded the more he considered that fact. He knew Eljay’s eldest children had also A sudden, intrusive thought struck him and he blurted it out loud. 

”I wonder if my Dad would’ve been…” Once he caught up with his thought, he trailed off. He felt the corners of his lips jiggle unexpectedly, so he drew in a breath. ”Did I ever ask you…What he was like, when you were a kid, or growing up?” He asked.