Make Light

*Rosemary* · 07-30-2019, 08:31 PM

In spite of his companions shrill screams of protest Rosemary moved closer to the boy his firefly catching complete and darted his head into the nearby water to catch a wiggling fish of his own, which he quickly deposited on the shore. His last attempt at fishing had gone just as bad as his first for much the same reason, but there was no need to share that with the boy. “I’m a crafter and a fighter.” He explained, peach eyes watching the boy carefully “Although I suppose hunting would be a good trade if I ever grow tired of fighting.” He added thoughtfully.

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