Stressful - that's the word Bunny would use to describe being the Stoneteller. Well, one of em.
It wasn't necessarily the work, no, the tribe was calm and everyone knew how to not fuck shit up, but...
It was the mental pressure. The knowledge of the fact that, hey! You've got all this power and responsibility! You could fuck up and ruin the Tribe! The Tribe of Endless Hunting could be super disappointed in you for fucking up dude!!
You Ma and Pa too!
Bumble and Comet!
And, man, that was just not easy to deal with!
At least it wasn't all on his shoulders, he knew that, but...
It was still hard to deal with.
Just knowing made it hard.
It seemed he and Bumble always met when the stars were shining, when they were bright and bubbly. When, for just a few hours, the world felt calm and easy. Bunny easily recalled the last time they'd spoken in the night - worried and unsure. Just trying to understand and just not knowing.
Night always said it was okay not to know.
Bunny didn't like not knowing...
"Bumble," he greeted lamely, sitting down and popping his head on the bulkier tom's shoulder.
"Why's everything suck?"
// myth bit lame but oops