Chaws
(I'm sorry if the chapters are coming slower than usual. With school back up, I'm a lot more busy.)
Arison jumped on Eva, lightly, once night arrived. "Eva! Wake up!"
"Wha-?" she blinked sleepily at him. She always had been a heavy sleeper.
"Today is the day we get tapped for our chaws." He reminded her. "Claymore and Areen are already up and waiting for us."
That got Eva awake. "Great! Let's go." So they joined their awaiting siblings.
"See you guys got here." Claymore said, pointing out the obvious. Arison nodded.
"Let's see what chaws we'll get!" Eva sang happily. Arison flicked his glasses on. At least his siblings didn't make fun of him for that. Though Midnight was hardly the only one.
Claymore looked first. He would be in search-and-rescue chaw. He grinned. The others looked at each other knowingly. He'd always wanted to be in that chaw.
Areen looked next. She was in colliering chaw. She cheered. This one hadn't been surprising. They all knew Areen could see things in the fire, much like the former leader, Coryn.
Eva came up looked after that. She made a girly squeeling noise. "Navigation! I made it."
Arison was next. He wondered what chaw he'd be in. He was pretty good at a few things, but not one thing in particular. He gulped and looked. It was blacksmithing. He was a little confused, there were other things he was better at, or so he thought. Then again, something he thought he'd better at was Ga'Hoology, and he hadn't particularly wanted to do that.
His siblings looked over his shoulder at what he'd gotten. "You're going to be a blacksmith?" Areen asked. "Lucky."
"Yeah. I guess. . ." Arison said.
Areen looked like she was going to question his response, but Eva saved him. "Come on. I'm hungry." She said. So his sisters left.
He was about to follow when Claymore put a wing on his shoulder. "Are you alright? You don't seem particularly . . . happy, about your chaw."
There have been worse responses. Arison thought. But that wasn't the type of way you responded to Claymore. "I don't know." He sighed helplessly. "I just feel like I won't be good at it."
"Oh don't worry. You're good at just about everything now that you have those." He waved a wing at Arison's glasses. "And the rybs now what they're doing. They wouldn't have put you in blacksmith chaw if you couldn't do it."
Arison smiled weakly. "I guess you're right." Then they when after their sisters.