#throel things

You were having a good day in the market, costumers came and went by your shared stand of natural bee related products. Silvan was sick today so she sadly couldn't come to the market but that's fine. She's an asshole, you do most if not all the work anyway. As you sell a couple of honey sticks to a hungry group of younger trolls you feel warm and fuzzy inside despite the lower blood kids hesitating from taking the sweets from your gloved hands. As they left you waved goodbye and smiled, nothing could go wrong today!

Throel nodded, "I'm living the life I wanted with my big fat retirement check, so I like doing this simple stuff." The second question made him snort and shake a hand at the figure, "I work with a 'friend' Silvan at a local farmer's market in our spare time but I do honey related snacks and soaps! It's very simple since I know not everyone can afford 300 caegar soap bars. Maybe some oats, occasionally herbs, but everything is fresh and home or locally grown. I've always supported small business!" The seadweller shrugged, "I've always liked bees, but as useful as butterflies are with pollination and such, they frighten me. Even stickers of them make me anxious."

Throel has his moirail Drarri, and they both work together p well to keep each other #chill. Though it has it's difficult since Drarri is mostly nonverbal and Throel is an auditory person.Throel hated direct skin contact in most circumstances, but constantly being praised for his time in the fleet makes his blood boil. He had to do so much stuff that he barely cared about or even knew the consequences. He hates his blood color because he knows the lifetime gap and privilege that comes on it. He doesn't see himself as special just because he's a smart highblood