Jade Fern Grove i am a poet and I’m a little nervous but I can’t show it

Kechik pursed his lips when he was offered uncertainty. He hated uncertainty, it was frustrating and scary and always lead to trouble. And yet subconsciously he loved it, for it lead to the adventures that he so craved. He’d stick to the, “they’re nice, it won’t be a problem” thing for now, and if things changed later he was a great runner.

That’s good enough I guess, he said with a hopeful half smile, shuffling his feet anxiously.