Holt often took lunch at his parents' home if he could spare the time on his route. When every place was just a few seconds away by dragonback, he added it to his routine. Since Mau had gotten sick not long ago, he needed this time even more. His mom would rub his shoulders, maybe send him off with something sweet now and then in a box. Dad would make the effort to stop by the house if he could.
"You remember what I said the last time we talked?" Hollarn asked.
"Don't play in the mountains and eat strange berries?" Holt snarked. Hollarn laughed.
"It seems we've gone Turns without talking then. As I recall that was advice for a much shorter son of mine." Holt's father grinned. Holt cracked a smile. "Now, I meant for you to remember my skillfully crafted advice-"
"Don't leave the house with jam on your face?"
"That was a good one."
They stood there for a while, listening to the world, people passing by, a bird, the breeze. It was blessedly cooler up here in the mountains.
"Things have a way of working themselves out." Hollarn finally stated. "Try not to let them eat at you so much. Truly, you work hard, you're a great partner for Mau, I think you'd be a top notch dad, and I'm very proud of you son."