In the land of obscurity

No matter how hard he tried, if he even wanted too, Starling wouldn't be able to get rid of the small smile that stretched the edges of his lips. It almost hurt his cheeks, he hadn't been this...joyful in a very long time. Instead he just trotted beside his friend, a soft laugh on his breath as Cathaoir said his passion wasn't shameful. The warmth seemed to almost spread at those words, and his tail would sway behind him. He was confident in his craft, but he sometimes thought perhaps it wasn't the best thing to spend so much time on. "M-more like Obsession..." He said softly, almost smoothly as he glanced around, searching for the greenary that he knew wouldn't be growing yet at this elevation. And yet, he'd somehow keep an eye or an ear on his friend, trying to gather anything he could on this strange new friend. He blinked then, turning his head in the direction of the broken trail, and he'd nod slightly. Sometimes, herb gathering was dangerous, but he wasn't afraid...not anymore. All fear he had felt before Cathaoir poked him on the cheek was gone, faded to black and evaporated from his bloodstream. He didn't even feel the patter of his heart in his anxiety, just the solid beat within a spread of strange, but welcomed warmth. He'd grin, then, moving to follow Cath along the path.

He'd smile shyly when his rank was questioned, but blue eyes wouldn't turn away from his friend. "Y-yeah, i-it is...p-pretty much all I d-do..." He said with a shy laugh, glancing towards the earth then. "E-ever s-since birth..." It was almost true, he had been born in the winter, but the second he had seen a speck of green he had been hooked. "B-been w-working v-very hard a-all my life t-to learn a-all I can..." He murmured, his ears pulling back. But oh, if he could, if he was given one wish by a random star in the sky, he might just trade it all to be a competant warrior, to be something valuable, something his father dreamed of. Shaken out of his thoughts by Cath's voice, he'd smile brightly and trott quicker to try and get at his side, moving to try and bump his shoulder against him. "A-an army d-doesn't make th-the warrior." He said with a gentle smile up at him. "Th-the warrior m-makes the army. E-even if y-you're n-not in a p-pack, i-it doesn't m-make y-you an-any less of one." He'd smile softly, delicately as he tried to find Cath's eyes, to communicate this in silence as well as in imperfect, stuttering words. "I've w-wanted t-to be a w-warrior f-for a long t-time...But i-it's not just w-words I tr-trip over." He said with an embarrassed laugh, feeling heat flush over his cheeks despite his near constant smile. "I th-think b-being a wa-warrior is v-very re-respectable b-buisness. Ev-even if y-you don't h-have a r-rank to say s-so just yet. Y-you will, s-soon I b-bet." He'd murmur with conviction, turning his head quickly to look around, to search for his ideal herb.

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