Hushed Willows get me drinkin' that moonshine

When bid, Kyrell fell in step with Boone. Giving the Harbinger a half-step lead. He still had some learning to do himself of the inner regions of the territory. Lucky was he to have a tour guide in the boss man.

Nah. We weren't raised as fishers. If you asked our old man to teach us as kids he'd drop you in a shallow pond and tell you to catch him 10 minnows without leaving the water.

He clicked his tongue, face screwed up as he recollected the memory.

I don't think any of us could catch 'em. But the old man waited on the bank to pick us back up and dry us off once we quit at it. The memory came out with a laugh and humorous telling. It was a silly memory. Even with his fondness, there was a skip within his mind. A static in the back of his skull as he sifted through his youth.

Kyrell glanced to Boone sidelong, smile remaining, before staring into the forest ahead.

He wouldn't think too hard about it.

What a goose chase, am I right? He quickly added, I trust that you don't plan for this to be a fool's errand, though.