Sleepy Fox Hollow it don't feel right to see you, friend

Yes, Siku, Emmerich nodded eagerly. He knew for a fact that his parents would appreciate the skills of someone who was talented with herbs. The white-hooded child could think of many occasions when Isa had gone off with their father to learn the arts of foliage and healing. It was not a skill that the boy with hawk eyes possessed. He had spent most of his life disinterested in such things, but hearing that Siku liked them was a coercive power.

My papa will think you have good skills.

Emmerich lifted his head and looked into the hollow. He wondered if it would be his mother or father who appeared to address their newest potential member.