What's going on now?

Couldn't agree more.

He isn't. Still, he finds it... amusing.

"ᛋᛦᚬᚠ᛫ᚦᛅᛘ᛫ᚠᚼᛅᛏ᛫ᛋᛏᚬᚬᛏ᛫ᛒᛅᚴᚴ᛫ᚢᛒ..." ᴡᴇʀᴇʙᴇᴀʀ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇss ᴏᴄ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ/ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ ♡ + ↻

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥: ♡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʀʏɪɴɢ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ + ᴀ ɢɪꜰ ↻ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ↻ + ♡ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴍ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇʟʏ.

Has he heard the rumors correctly? A beautiful Bounty Hunter, striding across the land?... Named.. after a flower?..

He will believe when he... Well.. just know he thinks of her fondly. He is safe. Sound? That may be another story.

Of course! He always has time for her.

He will enjoy them. He's gotten a bit ornery in his old age. Maybe seeing her, and the apples will lighten his mood.

He's looking for his sister. Discuss the next hunt before summer's end. As always, Ohitekah traveled barefooted. His worn, blind gaze searching the land for the Smith Farm. "Mitake Ki!"* The Native cried out. Yet.. there was no answer. *My sister!

Quiet, subtle yawn. He's helping around the village, making sure food is abundant before the frost.

What has he come back to?..

"It is good to se—hear that a certain dragon still lives. Stories. Are needing to be told.."

His eyes are starting to get painful.

A soft, tired chuckle parted his lips into a smile. "It has been; and, yes. It seems.. I owe you more than a few."

She must not worry herself. His heart. Still beats. That is all that matters.