Wildfire Woods
Richard Gibson for Lyndon
Lyndon is a forest creature and goes by he/him pronouns.
January and Calitresor’s boss, a blacksmith. He’s a creative artisan and a very caring person. Lyndon is very stupidly in love with his craft, so much so that even Calitresor Blore, his apprentice that will listen to anything he says, thinks it’s weird. He feels responsible for the kids he’s hired to help out at the forge, and would do anything to protect them. Like a cool wholesome dad that does his best to be firm, but can’t help but be a pushover sometimes.
(Hears Calitresor, Flint, and January gossiping about his impractical goggles)
(playful)
“I can hear you. I know you can’t help it because you have zero taste, but my goggles make me look cool. All three of you are fired.”
“Fine. Here are my keys. Walk AROUND the giant steel rat in the middle of the room.”
“You don’t have to call me by any of that Mr. Sir stuff like January does. I’ve always
liked it when I’m just Lyndon. January just won’t stop.”
“Fine. I’m going to bed because I’m old and boring and like sleep.”
“Oh my God. Fine, you can go. But don’t talk to anyone out there. You promise?”
“*frustrated dad grumble* What does this label say?”
