When Elwood told her of the trades, she turned to wonder what would best suit her— caretaker? Would she be too much of a klutz for that? Naturalist? No, she failed to even decide whether or not tomatoes grew during winter. Warrior? Healer? Nah, she blew. But if she were to be assigned any of those roles one day, she would definitely shove her worries down her throat and do the very best she could.
Well, right now the sterling female had many options.
The girl momentarily looked up towards the sky as they continued on the trail, lost in her thoughts. ”I think a trade that'd demonstrate adventuring, exploring, stuff like that would go best for me. Is there anything like that, or do I have to settle on, like, gamekeeper? That'd be cool for me too.” Vaguely she'd remembered the adults back at Bellemonte Valley speak of something of a trade like that, though she couldn't place a finger on it. The young Prima, as restless as she'd been back then, had slipped away before the adults had finished talking.
