Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

there were many things the young eyjolfur had been called in his life, but wise was not one of them. settling back on his haunches, ingram reviewed the word with silent mirth: when had he gotten so old?

it seemed, in the blink of an eye, the boy had turned into a man. no longer was he the roguish yearling, hot-tempered and impetuous -- now he was a family man, smoothed of his juvenile furies; a man who simply took on the world day by day, rather than fight against it as he had in his earlier years.

"huh," ingram remarked, amused by this new development. i guess i am wise, he reflected, knowing he likely seemed tremendously older to cadeau.. he didn't feel old.. but that was just it about age, wasn't it? you never felt it coming until one day it hit you..

"no, thank you --" ingram retorted, his tail sweeping. "for calling me wise. that's a first, but i will take it. maybe my experience will help you, maybe not. but i don't think your heart is as full of weeds as you think it is. chin up, friend."