Blacktail Deer Plateau history is filled with liars

the urge to boom boy in a chiding tone, as his father had done to him, when he found granite digging a hole in the heart of the forest was strong. a temptation only barely left slip from betwixt his grasp. as it was, he did draw in a breath; only to let it loose unspectacularly.

he needed to remind himself that: a) he wasn't his father and b) he still knew very little about granite. his name. that was it. not where he came from or where his parents were or why he came to be on his own.

his impatience as it swells within his chest, perhaps, stems from his desire to take the boy under his wing, to see him as his own flesh and blood son. but not yet; and maybe not ever if that was not what granite wanted.

granite, greets the commander instead. that's a nice hole you're digging, there.

rusalka draws nearer, though is sure to leave plenty of personal space.

are you looking for treasure? or planning to hide some?