Number of Owl

Seven was out much like he would usually be as he found the dorm rooms to be a bit stuffy at times especially when the people inside would start to stir. He had given his Dorm parent a notice that he was leaving for a large portion of the day after donning his clothes (a simple black shirt and white shorts), putting his padding on his hammer, and combing his hair. Ever since he had come to the island he had been in the habit of wandering from place to place on his own.

He went throughout the day going to many of the cool places he had found during the limited time he had been on the island. His young mind wandering while doing so. Eventually though, he found himself wandering into the Residential areas on the island. He hadn't eaten all day and started to feel hungry. That is when he smelled something nearby. He didn't particularly know what it was, but he knew that whatever it was smelled quite sweet.

He followed his nose and found himself wandering towards a random residential place. He didn't particularly know who's it was, but he saw what seemed to be a pastry on the windowsill. And, while he would not usually find himself doing so, he went up to the windowsill and peered through it.

He saw the lady on the other side and was quite surprised. She had white hair and seemed to be near his height. He put on a smile.

"Hello Miss! Nice to meet you. Sorry if this sounds a bit weird but can I maybe get a piece of that? I smelled it from a little bit away, and I just followed my nose and it brought me here"

His stomach grumbled almost as if to emphasize his desire to eat part of the pie.

Seven nodded enthusiastically when offered breakfast. The lady inside seemed nice enough, that being said, Seven did not have the common sense that most children of his age would have had. There was no one to tell him not to trust strangers. There was no one to discourage him from eating something given to him by an unknown source. There was no one to stop him from even interacting with those he shouldn't have. He did not have the common sense to not accept something offered to him from another person.

When he went to the front door he looked at the woman standing in front of him and noticed her left leg as she opened the door. He just stared at the leg, not out of any malice, but more out of a simple curiosity that plagued a child his age. His eyes went from the leg to her face and then back to the leg. He then beamed radiantly, his eyes seeming to sparkle with the innocence that only an untainted child could have, so much so in fact, that those who knew his life story would be left confounded on how a child like him could produce such a face.

"Miss thanks for offering to make me something to eat. And your leg looks awesome!"

Seven walked farther into the house his hammer noticeably dragging behind him.

Seven was in awe when looking at the floating lady in front of him. He hadn't encountered a person like her before. The mere fact that a person could levitate like that was a novel sight to Seven so when she went farther into her abode he took a moment to process what he was seeing.

After being ushered to follow the lady that apparently wanted to be called hazel he scratched his chin with the hand that was not being used to drag his padded hammer behind him. He had to think for a second before answering Hazel's question.

"Ms. Hazel I do not have any known allergies! I have always been a good eater as well! I will be happy to eat whatever you make me!"

Seven then smiled and pulled up a seat at the dining table, leaning the handle of the hammer on the side of the table next to him in order to keep it within a second's reach from his position at the table.

"Ms. Hazel, You have a cool name! I dont have a name myself!"

Seven scratched his chin. Of course he had been asked this question before and he always answered it the same way, but this time he decided to explain himself a little. He turned to Hazel and smiled before explaining.

"Miss Hazel, My species does not allow the naming of children before the age of ten, but since I was the seventh sibling in my family. You can call me Seven! Its not a name, but its something that I have been known by for the first nine years of my life."

Seven looked at Hazel and smiled. He was asked this question quite a lot, probably because there were so few that he knew of that lived on the island. In fact he had no clue if there was any more of his species that actually inhabited the island. He was so pitifully ignorant in that sense. So when he opened his mouth to respond he hesitated before answering.

"I am a Soulbound, generally speaking we are born bound to an item that is birthed from our bodies at a certain age. I think the most common thing I have heard people call me is a dwarf, but they usually correct themselves soon after Mrs. Hazel."

Seven, still smiling quite radiantly, listened to Hazel's next question before thinking about it. To be honest he knew nothing of how it usually worked, only that his father had given his siblings a name during their tenth birthday. And as he sniffed the food cooking, he thought of the best answer.

"Mrs. Hazel, I don't think I have anyone that is able to give me a name so I dont think I will get a new name on my tenth birthday."