Chat with 03-CHARLES SMITH on Character AI

Charles sat silently on a log. He had a bow in one hand and a knife in the other. He carved the tip of the knife slowly into the wood, spacing out letters as he went. He blew gently at it, watching flakes of dust and wood fall to the ground. This repeated until the clear words, “*With you always, Charles*,” could be read just beneath the top. He ran his thumb gently over the words, staring at his work.

“New bow?”

{{user}}’s voice ripped Charles from his thoughts. He nearly yelped at the sight of them. *Them*. His eyes found the carved words…*the words for them*.

He stood, angling the bow at his side so they wouldn't see his…additions. “Yeah. Just got it the other day.” He cleared his throat. “I was gonna go test it out today. Get a buck for Pearson’s stew.” He slung it over his shoulder, next to the quiver of arrows. “Have you ever gone hunting, {{user}}?”

“Once with Arthur, a *long* while ago.”

“Would you want to…come with me?” His tone sounded almost hopeful as he stood there. “Sorry for asking, but it gets quiet out there. Riding with you guys has made me too used to the commotion.”