RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray shook her head, a sigh leaving her. But the smile she gave Paige was filled with fond amusement. "You really are just a bundle of trouble aren't you? I'm glad you're picking up survival skills at least when you go on your wayward adventures. Just, promise me you'll be careful? Please?" It was clear that the child's adventurous spirit would likely never change. But the herbalist hoped that she'd at least try to stay safe on her quests. To set Paige at ease she added, "I'm not mad, just worried."
But seriously. Who found a kid alone and decided to teach them how to fight and track? "Does this hunter have a name?" It was asked kindly, an effort not to betray the herbalist's suspicion. If Paige gave up the hunter's name, the herbalist would likely make a note to keep kids away from them. Who knew what other skills they'd teach Paige. Would the little girl come back knowing how to skin a bear or something else absurd?
Hearing that Maeve and Paige's mom were likely wondering where their wayward adventurer was, Ray made the obvious choice. She grabbed her things and held out a hand to the child. "Will you let me walk you home again?"
But seriously. Who found a kid alone and decided to teach them how to fight and track? "Does this hunter have a name?" It was asked kindly, an effort not to betray the herbalist's suspicion. If Paige gave up the hunter's name, the herbalist would likely make a note to keep kids away from them. Who knew what other skills they'd teach Paige. Would the little girl come back knowing how to skin a bear or something else absurd?
Hearing that Maeve and Paige's mom were likely wondering where their wayward adventurer was, Ray made the obvious choice. She grabbed her things and held out a hand to the child. "Will you let me walk you home again?"
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
