hey kids, want some skill points?

Charlie had been wandering in the direction of the beach with Silveris when his ears perked at the call of one of the Armada members. It wasn’t specific, more seemed… to invite whomever wanted to show up. He frowned a little, glancing up toward his feathered friend. He had been working on trying to determine what he wanted for himself in the Armada, finding his path, and he felt like he was falling behind his siblings in that regard… he had briefly mentioned to his father his enjoyment in the marking of weapons, especially when they worked on his mace together, but as for what he was actually shooting for in the long term Charlie didn’t know. Ruga was already the blacksmith for the Armada. While it might be useful to have a hand in the smithy, Charlie wasn’t sure if it was… enough to simply be an apprentice. He furrowed his brow. He would find his place, his niche… he just had to keep working on figuring that out. He wasn’t sure he wanted as much responsibility as his father, a bit worried he might not be suited for it, but to say Charlie didn’t yearn to make more of himself would be a lie. His path felt like it branched before him and he simply didn’t know which path to follow.

He hadn’t spent nearly enough time looking for the guidance of those a bit older though, those who might be able to teach him things and make suggestions on his likes and preferences. That was ultimately what encouraged Charlie to quicken his pace into the cove towards where Hazel, Dread, and Andy were already gathered. He was quiet as he approached, not sure what the lesson would be about as he took his seat. He was sure Silveris would remain nearby, though she did not land to be near him.

"Speech," 'Thought.'