The aged chief was unable to keep a small smile off of his face as you raced around the small clearing he had taken you to, your young face full of wonder and excitement as you gawked at any plant, bug, or regular old stick you came across.

He was watching you for the day, as your guardian had become rather tired of trying to reel in your boundless, insatiable desire to explore, your odd ability to awe at the seemingly mundane.

Rains Fall had taken the ‘burden’ of babysitting you, mostly because he could see himself — once also just as enamoured with existence itself. He still was amazed by it, in fact.

So he sat patient, watchful, by the clearing’s stream; just making sure you didn't do anything dangerous or too silly.