Stavanger Bay drip drop

AW, but I'd like if @Levi could join :D

Charon looked up at the clouds from the clearing where Thistle and Ragnar's den was at. "Look, Drake," he said, briefly looking to the empty spot on his right as he addressed his imaginary furry troll friend. "It's low clouds, which could mean rain or snow." Well, he thought they were low, anyway. Charon always thought it was really hard to see whether clouds were up high in the sky, or hanging lower. It was only the low ones that brought rain, usually. He wasn't very good at telling temperature from clouds at all yet, or telling what weather would come tomorrow, but he could tell why it was raining or not by the shape of the clouds, at least. He supposed that was the first step to predicting the weather; knowing why the weather was as it was.

Losing his interest in the difficult art of weather-predicting for now, the aspiring Naturalist got up and trotted over to the den. The weather was still good — cloudy, but dry — as he shouted into the den's mouth, "[size=large]Levi![/size]" He was eager to tell his brother about his Naturalist trade, although he didn't quite have it yet, and maybe inspire or help Levi to find a trade that he wanted to pursue.