I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Seren laughed. "He is! Strutting around and giving orders, barking at slow runners and all that. He is a good teacher, and the work isn't all that demanding from what I can tell. He looks very happy, most days." Leaning down to fish up a small conch shell, pink hued and mottled with darker spots, Seren considered it and popped it surreptitiously into her pocket space. She didn't need more shells there, but simply letting it lie was no fun either. "Have you ever thought of joining?" she asked, and flashed a smile at Melita. "It's probably not as fun as ships, though."
Throwing a glance at the pumpkin and the dragon, she noticed that Umbra had taken to running higher up on the beach, where the sand was looser. With the poorer footing, his speed was almost equal to Fangorn's. It made her wonder... was he doing it on purpose?
"I suppose so. It certainly sounds more interesting with swords and battles than bandages and herbs - maybe that's why." More active a role, offering the kind of glory and repute that lived on in legends. How many nurses and field medics had their names passed down through generations?
Throwing a glance at the pumpkin and the dragon, she noticed that Umbra had taken to running higher up on the beach, where the sand was looser. With the poorer footing, his speed was almost equal to Fangorn's. It made her wonder... was he doing it on purpose?
"I suppose so. It certainly sounds more interesting with swords and battles than bandages and herbs - maybe that's why." More active a role, offering the kind of glory and repute that lived on in legends. How many nurses and field medics had their names passed down through generations?
Seren
