book club

Cutlass nods along, silently pleased at his father’s attention. only…he hopes Gil doesn’t start thinking he’s got a special interest in bugs! “y-yeah,” he stammers, clearing his throat. “a little bit of everything.” he searches his father’s face, looking for a hint of approval or disgust, but he doesn’t find anything. Las’ shoulders drop in relief. he hasn’t gotten up and walked away yet, so that has to count for something. “i guess i like stories the most,” Las murmurs. “the ones where someone ordinary does…extraordinary things.” his cheeks warm, suddenly embarrassed. he must sound pathetic; a quiet little boy pining for adventure.

truthfully, Las has no real desire to make a name for himself, as it were. oh, he wants to succeed, of course, but he wants to do so by his own metric. so what if all of Boreas doesn’t tremble at his name? leave that to the Gilda’s and Korona’s; he’s satisfied to conquer this tiny corner of the world. “do you know any stories, Da?” Las gazes out at the horizon, attempting not to look too hopeful.

"Cutlass Fallen"