Hushed Willows Do you laugh about me whenever I leave, or do I just need more therapy?

Oh my god. Well! That was news to him. And with that came a an opened floodgate of followup questions to stew in his mind. Like, when could they just poop on their own like normal? What other hidden horrors came with parenthood? He shook his head. He didn't want to be disturbed by the thought any further, nor did he wish to learn anything new of it.

The conversation took a detour — thank god — to places further off. Again Abel shook his head. Haven't really seen too many valleys in my travels actually. He always prefered the cover forests provided as a nomad. What's it like? What's there to see?