Oreforger to Blazesmith
Oreforger grunted and shrugged. What was there to reply to such a true statement? "Here's hoping," he grumbled. To be true, he was glad that he never had had to teach anyone but Blazesmith - they got along well but with the elves he would have ended up losing his mind, most likely! Or maybe he wouldn't because someone who survived being friends with Dreamfinder and Pebble could survive almost anything without losing their mind. And so could someone who had been raised by them, he thought, though he didn't say it aloud.
Hope, Greengift, Diamond, Coal to Stonebranch, Granite
Hope laughed her clear laughter at Stonebranch's reprimand, not in the least bashful. "Well, we are not as clever as you and Granite," she teased him, standing on tiptoe to brush a kiss on his cheek as he took some of her fish.
Greengift felt the tips of her ears grow warm with embarrassment in contrast to her mother's nonchalance. "We just didn't think," she murmured while she picked up the vegetables, giving some of them to Granite to put into his pot so that her arms were not quite as full.
Diamond tried to bite back a few tears of frustration - it was so annoying that she always was so clumsy! And it was so strange that she was, none of her parents were. Nor was Seeker, she quickly corrected herself as she noticed that she had thought of Hope and Stonebranch first. However, with everyone being amused rather than angry, she managed to swallow them and quickly bent down to help Granite fill the pot with the scattered fruit and vegetables.
Coal nodded eagerly to Stonebranch's request but looked around for a good place for his own load first. "Do you have another pot?" he asked Granite, seeing that this one was already filling up.
Rapidrider to Brightmetal, Longreach
"You're all talk again, little sis," Rapidrider complained, shaking his head sadly as if regretting the sad state of this cycle's youth. "Well then, let's get down to it."
He led the other two to a nice cosy spot near the water where some moss was making the ground softer and plopped down unceremoniously. "Could offer a few nice stones," he began as he untied the little pouch he always wore around his waist, holding his dice and some little gems - nothing very valuable, just enough for a small game.
Pitchblack to Snakebite, Dash
Pitchblack grumbled. **Next time just send her home immediately,** he 'strongly suggested' to the head of the guards. Dash was old enough that she didn't need to be guarded every step she took.
He turned around to go back to his work den. **Dash, come to my work cave,** he then sent to his daughter. At least he could give her something to do if she was so bored that she was bothering Snakebite - though he was aware that it wasn't exactly boredom why she was running after her. Work would still help to keep her head clear.