Broken Boulder the sweet far thing

Ico managed a sheepish smile, but it was far more one of gratitude than agreement... for he didn't truly think survival was an impressive skill. To survive and thrive... now that was something else. That was something that this fellow was doing. This Taylor — no, Fields. The name suited him, but Ico had no idea why. Something to do with the largeness and freedom of the word.

At the offer of a story in turn, Ico piped up; "very much!", as if he'd only told his story so he could hear Fields's. And that, in all honesty, was really very true.

In a rare moment of recalling the childhood he'd so recently lost, Ico felt quite pupish as he watched the tall hunter, eager to hear the offered voices of the various players in his tale.