Redhawk Caldera summer days wasting away

Frolic blew a raspberry when Seal declared she might want to be a doctor, though of course she didn’t fault her friend. Even if assisting her father bored her out of her mind, she could recognize the merits of such a trade. After all, Eljay patched her up at least once a day.

I’m not sure of all of ‘em but I know there’s medic and storyteller, Frolic shared, knowledge of course informed by her parents’ fortes. Mama said that scouting is a trade and I could be a ranger someday… when I’m older and not grounded anymore! She groaned, then laughed. I think there’s hunters and fighters too.

Despite her predilection toward wandering, Frolic didn’t much like the thought of turning it into a job, at least at this point in her life. She just wanted to have fun, not work! Although, on second thought, perhaps framing it as homework would get her mom and dad to loosen the leash a little bit…

But for now, Frolic wanted to focus on Seal and exclaimed, Hey, you wanna play doctor? You can practice on me! I can pretend I’m hurt or sick… or you can treat one o’ these, she offered, holding out her forelegs to show her collection of cuts and scrapes, all in various stages of healing.