Kaden knew what it was to come from a strong family of warriors. His father was the Angeni of Judgement, after all. He sometimes wondered if he was the cause of disappointment, for he was certainly no fighter. He'd been raised with nothing but love, but he couldn't help the way his thoughts drifted. He'd left his family herd some time ago but still thought of them with affection. Truth be told, he offered nothing that they didn't already have, and sought to seek purpose elsewhere. Maybe that was foolish, he thought as he wandered along a bank of a river, having no real destination in mind.Healing, he thought, might be more in his skill set. There would, unfortunately, never be a lack of need for those who could do battle against the likes of Skinwalkers, Kalona, and other ill-intending Soquili, but those who could heal those warriors would be equally important. Though he lacked the offensive abilities of a pure Angeni, perhaps his blood and hair would still serve as blessings? He would have to find a teacher for healing herbs and the like. He mused it over, pausing to lip at a patch of clover that was growing nearby. Maybe then he'd feel as though he had a real purpose in the world. It was selfish to think like that, he knew... but as far as Kaden was concerned, he certainly wasn't anything special.
It would be good to have a goal, he decided. If anything, maybe it would lead him to Soquili that could use someone like him. The open plains were lonely, and he'd realized he much preferred company, if he could. Tossing his head, Kaden broke into a trot with a pleased snort. Now all that remained was to set everything into motion.
Summer Raaven
