Redhawk Caldera Obsidian

Eljay frowned when Amalia said that her father didn't like that she was like her ancestors. Was he different than the rest of his family..? asked the caretaker. Maybe it was a sore spot because of that. Eljay had learned over time that others often projected their insecurities on those who were different (or in this case, the same). It sounded sad; it was hard for Eljay to imagine not getting along with one's own father. He had always been very close to both his parents. He realised as he thought about it that he might've made it sound like he didn't fit in with all of his family, which of course wasn't true. His parents, at least part of his siblings and cousins he fit in very well; it's just that the other half of those were a lot unlike him. It didn't mesh well in the end. He did not mention it though, as it seemed insensitive to mention being close to his parents after Amalia just said she and her father did not mesh well.

At her next question, he nodded, though not too enthusiastically. Yeah, especially bigger hunts are my thing, said Eljay with a soft smile. I've never been particularly good at the small game. Rabbits were just too fast for him, honestly. What about you?