Do I look any taller?

As if on cue, one of the Risen crawled out of the nearby bushes and stared at the young men with its beady red eyes. The creature grumbled and reached out with a sharp claw and missed Ricken by a longshot. Right after the attack, Ricken took out his Wind tome and blasted the beast. It fell over and he sighed. 

Frowning, Donnel could not help but stare at the direction the Risen had come from in the first place with a disappointed look painted over his face. 

"Gosh darn, I-I’m so sorry, Ricken," Donnel apologized, never wavering in his staring off into the distance. "I wish I was more of a help right there. Why, if I’m gonna be holdin’ a lance with me at all times, I oughta be able to pitch in, but I just stood there like a fool an’ let you do all the work!"

"Come on," he added. "Let's go back to camp. We can talk more about the farm there." 

The fish were finally done cooking. Putting away his Fire tome, Ricken gave a couple of fish to Kurthnaga and kept two for himself. It looked like the fish turned out great. 

When he prove it… It was really delicious, or maybe was a side effect of not eating in a lot in hours.

Ricken took a bite of the fish he had just cooked with his Fire tome. Not to brag, but Ricken thought it was the best fish he had cooked so far. Perhaps it was only because he was spending time with his new friend. Either way, he was happy that it turned out well. 

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Donnel was clearly passionate about farming, and Ricken listened intently. There was always something more to learn about in the world. 

"Oh, I just love animals. We don’t see many around here anymore though, thanks to all the Risen." 

Shrugging, Ricken looked away. “Maybe we could go to the farm someday and see the piggies and cows. I’d love to spend some time there!” 

"Oh, right. The Risen don’t take too kindly to them, do they?" Being reminded of the mysterious creatures certainly put a damper on things. "If only they didn’t keep messin’ with us, then everything would be all perfect— animals included!"

Hearing Ricken’s suggestion to go to the remote corner of the nation surprised the boy for just a bit.

As if on cue, one of the Risen crawled out of the nearby bushes and stared at the young men with its beady red eyes. The creature grumbled and reached out with a sharp claw and missed Ricken by a longshot. Right after the attack, Ricken took out his Wind tome and blasted the beast. It fell over and he sighed. 

"Oh! Ricken, aren’t ya’?" Grinning, Donnel looked toward the mage. Taking not too much note of the boy’s correction regarding his name, he listened to his question with genuine interest.

"Oh yeah, you bet’cha! Tons of sweet lil’ honeys lived back on the farm. Why, I don’t think there’s a cuter bunch than those guys back at home!" he beamed with confidence behind his voice. "There were those lil’ oinkers and of course any village’s essential— the cow!" 

"Oh, I just love animals. We don't see many around here anymore though, thanks to all the Risen." 

"Well… I that case I think, I’ll have to rely on you. You will know more about magic than me."

The fish were finally done cooking. Putting away his Fire tome, Ricken gave a couple of fish to Kurthnaga and kept two for himself. It looked like the fish turned out great. 

"They sure are excited over the warmer weather! I can’t blame them either. Winter may be magical, but I’ll take flowers over snow any day~"

Henry hurried ahead, sitting down in the grass, cooing at the small animals and wiggling his fingers to try to tempt them closer.

Hello… I don’t think you can understand me.

"Er, hello there," He spoke, hoping that the stranger could hear him. Chrom smiled slightly at him. "Can you .. understand me?" He pointed at himself, waiting for a reply. 

Ricken approached the stream with Kurthnaga close behind. Carefully, Ricken pulled out a Wind tome and held it close as he extended his hand. The water of the stream rippled, causing fish to splash out and onto the ground. Ricken selected the two largest fish and threw the others back carefully. 

Then Ricken grinned as his stomach also growled. 

"I haven’t had a good meal in a while either." 

Noticing a nearby steam, Ricken walked towards it, encouraging Kurthnaga to come along with him. 

Ricken approached the stream with Kurthnaga close behind. Carefully, Ricken pulled out a Wind tome and held it close as he extended his hand. The water of the stream rippled, causing fish to splash out and onto the ground. Ricken selected the two largest fish and threw the others back carefully. 

The dragon’s stomach did some weird sound. He was hungry, he was not used to long travels or being outside of his country, but he was happy to meet a beorc and knowing new things and new countries. He was afraid of had spent so much time without leaving Goldoa and never had the chance of being with non-dragons.

Then Ricken grinned as his stomach also growled. 

"I haven't had a good meal in a while either." 

Noticing a nearby steam, Ricken walked towards it, encouraging Kurthnaga to come along with him. 

"You’re not actually going to take off my head, are you?" The mage laughed nervously. Tharja could be so intimidating. When she dumped the pile of clothes in Ricken’s arms, he nearly fell over. The stack was nearly as big as he was! 

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"Really? Where are you from?" 

Smiling, Ricken nodded at Kurthnaga. He didn’t mean to get so defensive, it had just become a habit. 

"That’s fine! How can you be young but not young? Wait… are you a manakete like Nowi? 

Kurthnaga always loved to talk about Goldoa, it was his place and he was so prouf of them and his people. 

"I'm from a kingdom called Goldoa. It's the land where the dragons live".

He didn't know about what a manakete was… he didn't know who Nowi was either... He knew Tiki, the green dragon, so the dragons existed in the kingdom of Ricken. Manaketes were they formal name?

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"Beorcs?" 

Not sure what a beorcs was, Ricken decided just to answer Kurthnaga’s question. Just because he was short didn’t mean he couldn’t fight! 

"Of course I’m not!" Ricken looked over Kurthnaga again. "Aren’t you pretty young yourself?" 

"Yes... Where I'm from is offensive to call you "human", the term "Beorc" it's more correct." Kurthnaga said calmly. "Maybe in your kingdom doesn't exist that word".

Kurthnaga knew that his appearance was young although he had around a hundred years. But at the same time he still knew the fact that he was the youngest of the dragon tribe. Anyway, he still had many years to live.

Smiling, Ricken nodded at Kurthnaga. He didn't mean to get so defensive, it had just become a habit. 

The black dragon looked at the young mage. Actually, he didn’t know so much about humans, well, beorcs. But he looked too young for someone who already fought in a war.

"I don’t know so much about beorcs, I always lived with dragons, so this question can be awkward. I don’t want to be gross but… You’re not too young to fight?"

Not sure what a beorcs was, Ricken decided just to answer Kurthnaga's question. Just because he was short didn't mean he couldn't fight! 

"You're not actually going to take off my head, are you?" The mage laughed nervously. Tharja could be so intimidating. When she dumped the pile of clothes in Ricken's arms, he nearly fell over. The stack was nearly as big as he was!