✮ Ranger ✮
Cyrus always figured he would become a ranger since that was his family’s thing. The teen had been raised in the hidden village all of his life and while he did enjoy reading, the thought of simply healing others for the rest of his years didn’t quite settle with him. It also would feel weird to be a merchant, the very thing the group of rangers worked to protect over the years. Cyrus didn’t want to feel that weak, he didn’t want to not be able to defend himself and so he focused on his training and learning with some of the other apprentice rangers. He did feel a connection to nature, always gathering flowers and finding things calmer around him for some reason. While Sylas found his connection with bees, Cyrus actually surprised himself by finding more peace with a bow. He did enjoy the feeling of an arrow piercing through the air, the fun that he could have with shooting practice and with darting through the forest while exploring around. “It’s not a hard decision I suppose.” He admitted after a moment, staring down at the arrows he had lovingly crafted himself from some loose kinfa feathers and sturdy wood. While the rangers did not often cut down trees they did use what the forest offered them so anything fallen in storms was always brought back home to work with, for building and for crafting. Cyrus had found a nice tree down after the last storm, a nasty one that had raged all night and knocked down quite a few older trees, and he had worked hard with the materials to make his own case for arrows and to make shafts for others. He liked to mess around with traps and to see whatever he could find, the boy working to figure out all the ways that he could better protect the forest and his home.
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