Good day to you, terrans. I continue to record my adventures on your internet. Enjoy. -P
“What job?” I snipped.
“Apprenticeship”
“Woah, wait. I won’t get paid?”
“You pay for it.”
“I Pay For It?!?!”
“You pay to learn the trade.”
“The hunt suits me.”
“Then it will be
How you will get his pay.
Your new friend, he
Is elderly-
Now move! I know the way.”
As she explained
His efforts strained
His old and weary bones.
“He treks quite far,
And light things are
Like lifting heavy stones…
It's honor-choose-
Or-honor-lose.
(Ungrateful undertones.)
“It’s always been
One from within.
To choose from out the clan
Is shocking rare,
And one from where-
Well, folks won’t understand.”
“It sounds like I
Should step aside,
Avoid the envy, strife.”
“You’ll show no sense!
They’ll take offense.
You’ll snub their way of life!”
Persuasively
She spoke to me
As she had done with him.
The man observed,
Had watched and learned.
My prospects first seemed grim.
But, per the fae,
“The other way
Could risk both life and limb.”
I’d come to see
More lay beneath
My fairy’s subtle plan
For me to slip
From Small Bow’s grip
(And too: his daughter’s hand).