Redhawk Caldera Henry Knight

"Well - it is your choice. A foot or your first-born, though it depends on, who you are making a deal with," Dwin shrugged, wondering, if that god ever found the first-born or Deal, who was an entirely imaginary Blackthorn, had lied about that too and never pro-created, because... well, because he was denied entrance and the parsley beds, where kids were found. For bad behaviour. Things her mind came up with, when it was sleepy. 

"Or a bit of your independence - you will be of age soon enough there anyway," she said, leaving out the part about "with all the inconveniences and boredoms it entails". But at Frolic's age she would have dismissed it too. "I mean, if mom and dad agrees to let you go scouting only in the company of someone else - why not ask around?" she said. "Scouting's important and you can learn a great deal along the way," she explained.

"I went out on my big journey, when I was nine months old and I can say that things would have been more fun, had I prepared more beforehand," she finished.