Alpaca You Right Out Of Town!

Rudyard quirked a brow at Fern as she informed Kipling about their spars thus far.  Rudyard made an extravagant yawn at Fern’s statement.  “Mmm, yet you notice the small numbers.  She’s only talking about the official fights, they come in all manner.” Rudy had thought of pointing out his practical jokes or ways he’d spooked Fern as victories but then decided maybe he wouldn’t inspire his kid to get into trouble. “but yes, your mom is tough,” Rudy gave in with a grin.  “Still, she didn’t deny my point about the rakes.”

Before there is more to say Caladia appears and Rudy smiles down at his little daughter.  “Hello sweetheart, of course, you can help.” Rudy watches as she runs to help Kipling but his attention is taken from them to Fern, returning her kiss as much as he can with the one rake still in his mouth, it's short but there.

Rudy snorts, rolling his eyes at Fern’s challenge but nodding.  His mind ponders how he’d beat Fern.  It was true she was more used to using objects she held which gave her good odds with the rake but holding and moving the item wasn’t the only part.  He’d just have to work extra hard.  As a dad he had to make a good impression after all.

“Then tomorrow it’s a hunting competition and the tables will be turned.” Rudy grinned in amusement as it seemed often enough Fern studied the blade more as Rudyard put more time into hunting and yet the two had kept the opposite job titles.  Each was ready to do both tasks and it seemed somewhere along the way focuses were reversed.  Not to say Rudyard didn’t train in his fighting skills still or slack off on patrol duty but hunting had always been fun and for a long time, there had been only a few hunters.  Rudy hoped some of his kids, or even his nephews and nieces would take up hunting.

Rudyard moves to the opposite corner as Fern, focusing on the job at hand with a side glance at his kids at points, making sure they stayed safe.  Holding a sack should be safe.

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