「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

He didn't understand why they were there, but the child was suddenly thrust into the festivities and stood on the outskirts with confusion. He watched on as folks socialised and he stood like an awkward thumb, not quite sure what to do in such company. He hadn't ever been outside of the island much, and this was more faces than he'd ever seen.

He wasn't clamming up. He was just... Observing, yeah. He tutted and turned on his heel, looking for something to take his attention away from feeling like the odd one out. Asgeir didn't want to cling to his father's side after all, and Sverke had somehow become separated from himself.

Would there be anything fun to do? He cast his eyes over to the creature creating flower crowns and cringed. Definitely not that.