Sunbeam Lair talking out loud

hearing the mention of a son makes neon curious. However, she decides not to interrupt by asking about him. and as the noble hear more explanations, it doesn't really sound like fennec is blossoming in this group of wolves who are on some unknown conquest that requires constant training. neon offers her an unseen smile.

"your son must have a lot of drive, then. that's always a good thing to be born with, rather than having to learn that later in life." neon can be hopeful that she would provide some sort of talent, soldiers need healing and therapy, too, right? though, she wouldn't probably survive a day of training without coming off as some sort of body fraud. despite her larger size, the girl has little knowledge of how to use it as an advantage except for maybe moving big things out of her way, or reaching things too high for others.

"your offer is tempting, but I don't have much to offer that is useful. the whole 'fulfilling a prophecy of being really good at things' often skips me over. a lot." a short laugh from her with a shake of the head. "I think a fighting group would find me more useful as a punching bag than a recruit."