Buboe Sourwing

 As a child, he could never keep his mind entertained with the herding of pigs nor the tending of soil, nor the thatching of roofs...useful things....but rather always he filled his fevered brain with fancies of beasts that pushed themselves above the earth, and unfolded themselves upon the breeze.  Things that were closer to the sun and stars.  Beating him did no good.  Starving him did