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It was only a small task, just running into town to pick up some rattles milk from the market, but it felt important to Rhys.
The other trainees had been noisy all day, and it was starting to grate on Rhys's nerves, so it was a relief when Jack had called him into his office, the quad busy scribbling away at some document. The little brown wyngling crept in quietly, a bit nervous, and paused before the tall desk, waiting, unsure what to do. It was only after a few moments that Rhys shifted a bit, scraping his claws to try and get Jack's attention. The gro glanced up, seeming a bit surprised to see Rhys's small form huddled before him, and after a heartbeat of silence he smiled, standing up.
"Oh hey kid, didn't see ya there! Glad ya came. Now... i've got a very important mission for ya..."

And so Rhys found himself in the busy central market of wynsiph, the small pouch of coins Jack had given him clutched tightly to his chest as he dodged in between legs and over tails. He scanned through the stalls, his eyes jumping across the colorful booths and tents until they landed on a particular gro. The pale pink biped laughed as she finished up with another customer, and when she turned Rhys could see the nasty burn scars that stretched across the right side of her face and arm, the flesh healed into a warped state. He hurried over to her stall, standing up on his back legs so he could place his paws on the counter, setting the coin pouch down in front of him. The gro turned to him with a friendly smile, dusting her hands off on her apron.
'Hiya! What can I get for ya lad?"
Rhys pointed to the bottles of milk in the back and then held up one claw, hoping that she would understand. She seemed to get the message, and snagged one out of one of the crates in the stack, plunking it down in front of him.
"That'll be four coins hun!" she barked cheerily, turning away from to pull a fresh loaf of bread from the small stone oven behind her.
Rhys carefully shook a few coins out of his pouch and tucked the jug under his arm, before placing his claws back on the ground and weaving his way out of the market. The pink biped called out a joyful goodbye before turning to help a new customer with a wide smile.

It was a little difficult getting home, as carrying both the pouch and the bottle was a challenge, especially while walking on four legs, but Rhys was determined to get back as soon as possible. Before long the casino came to view, and Rhys hurried in, slipping past the front desk, around the nocoff tables and through a nondescript door to the small empty staircase in the back, which he quickly began to climb.
This proved to be even more difficult to climb that getting back had been, and by the time he reached the top Rhys was panting a bit. Shaking off his exhaustion he made his was down the hall, intent on getting to the office as soon a possible, and didn't stop as a few of the other trainees poked their heads out of the door to the right in curiosity.
He hurried into the office, skidding a bit on the polished floor, and walked nervously up to the desk, his previous determination replaced with anxiety.
Jack glanced up when he entered, before standing up smoothly to walk around the desk, picking the jug of milk up from the floor.
"Well that was faster than I expected," he said with a toothy grin, and Rhys felt himself relax a bit.
Jack chuckled at his relieved expression, setting the bottle on his desk before reaching down to ruffle the wynglings hair, who immediately tensed at the unexpected contact.
"Nice work kid,"
Rhys sat in stunned silence as Jack turned to leave the room, snagging the milk off of his desk before he left, trying to figure out what had just happened. He felt an unfamiliar feeling in his chest, a sensation almost like swelling, and with a jolt he realized it was pride. He quickly retreated out of the office and back into his room, clambering onto the bed and then plopping down on the sheets with a sigh. He pulled the blanket over his head and grinned into his pillow, relishing in this new feeling of pride.

Maybe things here would be better.

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Poor Rhys just isn't used to validation
anyways enjoy this dumb wholesome fluff
Jack- Jelwolf you said that jack would have trainees get groceries and i just loved that too much.
:0 also i love drawing Jack

6/860

Description
It was only a small task, just running into town to pick up some rattles milk from the market, but it felt important to Rhys.
The other trainees had been noisy all day, and it was starting to grate on Rhys's nerves, so it was a relief when Jack had called him into his office, the quad busy scribbling away at some document. The little brown wyngling crept in quietly, a bit nervous, and paused before the tall desk, waiting, unsure what to do. It was only after a few moments that Rhys shifted a bit, scraping his claws to try and get Jack's attention. The gro glanced up, seeming a bit surprised to see Rhys's small form huddled before him, and after a heartbeat of silence he smiled, standing up.
"Oh hey kid, didn't see ya there! Glad ya came. Now... i've got a very important mission for ya..."

And so Rhys found himself in the busy central market of wynsiph, the small pouch of coins Jack had given him clutched tightly to his chest as he dodged in between legs and over tails. He scanned through the stalls, his eyes jumping across the colorful booths and tents until they landed on a particular gro. The pale pink biped laughed as she finished up with another customer, and when she turned Rhys could see the nasty burn scars that stretched across the right side of her face and arm, the flesh healed into a warped state. He hurried over to her stall, standing up on his back legs so he could place his paws on the counter, setting the coin pouch down in front of him. The gro turned to him with a friendly smile, dusting her hands off on her apron.
'Hiya! What can I get for ya lad?"
Rhys pointed to the bottles of milk in the back and then held up one claw, hoping that she would understand. She seemed to get the message, and snagged one out of one of the crates in the stack, plunking it down in front of him.
"That'll be four coins hun!" she barked cheerily, turning away from to pull a fresh loaf of bread from the small stone oven behind her.
Rhys carefully shook a few coins out of his pouch and tucked the jug under his arm, before placing his claws back on the ground and weaving his way out of the market. The pink biped called out a joyful goodbye before turning to help a new customer with a wide smile.

It was a little difficult getting home, as carrying both the pouch and the bottle was a challenge, especially while walking on four legs, but Rhys was determined to get back as soon as possible. Before long the casino came to view, and Rhys hurried in, slipping past the front desk, around the nocoff tables and through a nondescript door to the small empty staircase in the back, which he quickly began to climb.
This proved to be even more difficult to climb that getting back had been, and by the time he reached the top Rhys was panting a bit. Shaking off his exhaustion he made his was down the hall, intent on getting to the office as soon a possible, and didn't stop as a few of the other trainees poked their heads out of the door to the right in curiosity.
He hurried into the office, skidding a bit on the polished floor, and walked nervously up to the desk, his previous determination replaced with anxiety.
Jack glanced up when he entered, before standing up smoothly to walk around the desk, picking the jug of milk up from the floor.
"Well that was faster than I expected," he said with a toothy grin, and Rhys felt himself relax a bit.
Jack chuckled at his relieved expression, setting the bottle on his desk before reaching down to ruffle the wynglings hair, who immediately tensed at the unexpected contact.
"Nice work kid,"
Rhys sat in stunned silence as Jack turned to leave the room, snagging the milk off of his desk before he left, trying to figure out what had just happened. He felt an unfamiliar feeling in his chest, a sensation almost like swelling, and with a jolt he realized it was pride. He quickly retreated out of the office and back into his room, clambering onto the bed and then plopping down on the sheets with a sigh. He pulled the blanket over his head and grinned into his pillow, relishing in this new feeling of pride.

Maybe things here would be better.

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Poor Rhys just isn't used to validation
anyways enjoy this dumb wholesome fluff
Jack- Jelwolf you said that jack would have trainees get groceries and i just loved that too much.
:0 also i love drawing Jack

6/860