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Flint had been aware of this fact for a long, long time. Every once in a while it entered his head, causing unease and anxiety so he always pushed it away. Ignoring it with books, magic, hanging out with Ember or anything alike- everything he could distract himself with. He knew he'd have to face it someday... the nagging, incessant thoughts that picked at his brain like an ice pick, flaking bits off, causing Flint to eventually collapse.

He couldn't take care of himself.

He didn't know how. If he would have still been in the nook, a pompous hotshot wyngling, Flint was sure he would have figured it out by now. He would have found a way to cheat or scam some innocent gro on the streets, he was sure he would have somehow landed himself in back alleys involved in some sort of crime ring- drugs, violence, sap. He knew that would have been his path if he'd have stayed at the nook.

But he didn't stay at the nook, so he didn't know how to care for himself. It was just a fact of life.

Flint had very hesitantly brought up the topic when his dad returned home late at night. Needless to say... Re had been a bit taken aback by Flint's sudden concern about it, but it had been gnawing at his brain for days and he needed to ask and figure something out. The way his dad's face folded in concern, telling Flint he really didn't have to worry about it and that he'd be fine- nothing like his nervous concerns and situations he'd thought up in his head. Flint would be okay, he said.

At that moment, the green Wyngro's mind supplemented a thought; Re was clueless.

He was clueless about the reality of things. He just didn't think about the fact he would DIE some day, leaving his children behind to take care of themselves. Flint couldn't depend on Lin; she was blind and had her own life. Chii knows Flint would never rely on Basalt to give him a place to live and food to eat, she could hardly walk at this point! It wasn't some realization he had during the night while overthinking in the darkness of bed, or while panicking and running away from Spites created by his mind. It was real and it was life. How did Re not see that- how did nobody else see that?

So Flint didn't drop the topic, or at least tried not to. The unease of continuing to bring it up was there, hoping he didn't make Re mad at his insistence. Finally a few days after he started asking, his dad set him down on the couch and started explaining things for him. It took... a while to wrap it around his head despite how simple it seemed- it was just doing something and getting money from it. When he was asked about what kind of think Flint wanted to do... the gro was honestly clueless. Of all the scenarios he'd thought of, good and bad, he hadn't really considered what type he wanted... It stressed him out, but his dad calmed him and just told his that he could go to rattle's rest and see if there was anything he'd be interested in. That seemed easy enough. Yeah... he could do this, surely.

It was a bit dreary the next day when he finally decided to go, never really having been near Rattle's Rest before... it sure sounded loud in there. Good thing the board was outside so he didn't have to go in. Looking it over, it was covered by various papers and posters just like he was told it would be. There were... lots of different things. A few for heavy lifting- helping move barrels, food and farm equipment- no thanks. Some for one on one magic teaching, crafting, building- which all required experience that he didn't have. It wasn't until he spotted one, a paper about gardening that his interest was peaked... They needed someone good with plants? Flint carefully took the paper off the board, cringing at it started to get dribbled with rain. They needed an estate to be cared for because the foliage had grown too out of control- must have experience with plants and earth magic is a plus. He had both of those things! This must have been sent by Chii-falla herself, he was so lucky!

Flint was so distracted about it all... he didn't realize until the moment he was standing at the front door that oh god they probably needed somebody that could talk.

This would ruin it all...

Ice felt like it ran up his spine as he stood there infront of someone, just staring in realization. God he messed this up so bad... how could he forget paper and pencil- he was such a mess they'd surely turn him away for being mute! Even if they didn't, forgetting something so vital would make their perception of his limited at best! Oh no oh chii-

Regaining some semblance of thought, he held up the paper and pointed to it with one claw. Maybe... they'd understand this? If the paper wasn't worn enough by the rain already- but the lady seemed to blink and smile, welcoming him in. The lady- a maid he assumed, took him to a large room and had him sit there before asking him if he was comfortable while sending another to fetch the couple of the house. In a moment of actually thinking about things, he tried to gesture that he couldn't speak and needed some paper. By some miracle, the lady understood and collected him a pile before the head gro's even got to the room. He was so lucky. Flint would have to be sure to thank the lady later if he had the chance. Now for the worst part...

The couple seemed... nice enough, the lady seemed overjoyed at having somebody come by about the job. When he explained- frantically writing on the paper to not extend the moment too far- that he couldn't speak, they both perked up and appeared interested.

He didn't expect that. He didn't expect that at all.

They asked him questions... alot of questions, he honestly thought for a moment that he might be hired- but quickly squashed that hopeful part of his chest with more quick writing, trying his best for it to be neat and readable.

He was hired.

Flint couldn't believe it. He couldn't... he had a job! He had a job! A solid source of income- with hours and a place to come, and he would get paid very well! He... he had a job! He felt like he could fly with the lightness in his body, almost feeling dizzy. He was absolutely elated! The couple liked him enough to give him a job! A job!!! Though they seemed strict about privacy and minding his own business, Flint completely understood and nodded quickly.

He had a job!

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Flint had been aware of this fact for a long, long time. Every once in a while it entered his head, causing unease and anxiety so he always pushed it away. Ignoring it with books, magic, hanging out with Ember or anything alike- everything he could distract himself with. He knew he'd have to face it someday... the nagging, incessant thoughts that picked at his brain like an ice pick, flaking bits off, causing Flint to eventually collapse.

He couldn't take care of himself.

He didn't know how. If he would have still been in the nook, a pompous hotshot wyngling, Flint was sure he would have figured it out by now. He would have found a way to cheat or scam some innocent gro on the streets, he was sure he would have somehow landed himself in back alleys involved in some sort of crime ring- drugs, violence, sap. He knew that would have been his path if he'd have stayed at the nook.

But he didn't stay at the nook, so he didn't know how to care for himself. It was just a fact of life.

Flint had very hesitantly brought up the topic when his dad returned home late at night. Needless to say... Re had been a bit taken aback by Flint's sudden concern about it, but it had been gnawing at his brain for days and he needed to ask and figure something out. The way his dad's face folded in concern, telling Flint he really didn't have to worry about it and that he'd be fine- nothing like his nervous concerns and situations he'd thought up in his head. Flint would be okay, he said.

At that moment, the green Wyngro's mind supplemented a thought; Re was clueless.

He was clueless about the reality of things. He just didn't think about the fact he would DIE some day, leaving his children behind to take care of themselves. Flint couldn't depend on Lin; she was blind and had her own life. Chii knows Flint would never rely on Basalt to give him a place to live and food to eat, she could hardly walk at this point! It wasn't some realization he had during the night while overthinking in the darkness of bed, or while panicking and running away from Spites created by his mind. It was real and it was life. How did Re not see that- how did nobody else see that?

So Flint didn't drop the topic, or at least tried not to. The unease of continuing to bring it up was there, hoping he didn't make Re mad at his insistence. Finally a few days after he started asking, his dad set him down on the couch and started explaining things for him. It took... a while to wrap it around his head despite how simple it seemed- it was just doing something and getting money from it. When he was asked about what kind of think Flint wanted to do... the gro was honestly clueless. Of all the scenarios he'd thought of, good and bad, he hadn't really considered what type he wanted... It stressed him out, but his dad calmed him and just told his that he could go to rattle's rest and see if there was anything he'd be interested in. That seemed easy enough. Yeah... he could do this, surely.

It was a bit dreary the next day when he finally decided to go, never really having been near Rattle's Rest before... it sure sounded loud in there. Good thing the board was outside so he didn't have to go in. Looking it over, it was covered by various papers and posters just like he was told it would be. There were... lots of different things. A few for heavy lifting- helping move barrels, food and farm equipment- no thanks. Some for one on one magic teaching, crafting, building- which all required experience that he didn't have. It wasn't until he spotted one, a paper about gardening that his interest was peaked... They needed someone good with plants? Flint carefully took the paper off the board, cringing at it started to get dribbled with rain. They needed an estate to be cared for because the foliage had grown too out of control- must have experience with plants and earth magic is a plus. He had both of those things! This must have been sent by Chii-falla herself, he was so lucky!

Flint was so distracted about it all... he didn't realize until the moment he was standing at the front door that oh god they probably needed somebody that could talk.

This would ruin it all...

Ice felt like it ran up his spine as he stood there infront of someone, just staring in realization. God he messed this up so bad... how could he forget paper and pencil- he was such a mess they'd surely turn him away for being mute! Even if they didn't, forgetting something so vital would make their perception of his limited at best! Oh no oh chii-

Regaining some semblance of thought, he held up the paper and pointed to it with one claw. Maybe... they'd understand this? If the paper wasn't worn enough by the rain already- but the lady seemed to blink and smile, welcoming him in. The lady- a maid he assumed, took him to a large room and had him sit there before asking him if he was comfortable while sending another to fetch the couple of the house. In a moment of actually thinking about things, he tried to gesture that he couldn't speak and needed some paper. By some miracle, the lady understood and collected him a pile before the head gro's even got to the room. He was so lucky. Flint would have to be sure to thank the lady later if he had the chance. Now for the worst part...

The couple seemed... nice enough, the lady seemed overjoyed at having somebody come by about the job. When he explained- frantically writing on the paper to not extend the moment too far- that he couldn't speak, they both perked up and appeared interested.

He didn't expect that. He didn't expect that at all.

They asked him questions... alot of questions, he honestly thought for a moment that he might be hired- but quickly squashed that hopeful part of his chest with more quick writing, trying his best for it to be neat and readable.

He was hired.

Flint couldn't believe it. He couldn't... he had a job! He had a job! A solid source of income- with hours and a place to come, and he would get paid very well! He... he had a job! He felt like he could fly with the lightness in his body, almost feeling dizzy. He was absolutely elated! The couple liked him enough to give him a job! A job!!! Though they seemed strict about privacy and minding his own business, Flint completely understood and nodded quickly.

He had a job!

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Max Wyns

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