Eldrid flinched at the harsh sound of flurry of violent blows Eosi inflicted upon the fur tree. For the Akvatari, fishguts were not nearly as unpleasant as for Eosi. In Abura many akvatari simply ate fish raw, alongside uncooked kelp as well. It was one of the many peculiarities of the young race, although it was a blessing given the inaptitude shown by most Akvatari for anything outside of the cultural arts. Eldrid herself was quite partial to raw fish, especially when it had been fresh caught from the ocean by her own hands. Unlike Eosi, the fishguts, while not exactly the ideal scent associated with food, combined with the salty ocean breeze filled Eldrid with an overwhelming urge to dive into the ocean near the cliff. Despite this she remained seated on the rocks, watching Eosi lay into the tree with heavy, powerful strokes.
"Smells like some- . . . one's got some fish with them . . . Wonder- . . . how long it's-. . . been sitting . . . " She said wistfully between loud cracks which echoed forth from the axe. Eldrid looked around curiously for the source of the smell before she spotted the strange looking man with his sack of . . . Something or other which smelled fish-like. Whatever it was the peculiar human was up to, it was not any business of Eldrid's.
The Akvatari started as an unusually loud crack resounded from the cliff fir when Eosi embedded the axe in the flesh of the softwood's trunk. The curse caused Eldrid to turn back to the scene of the axing. Eosi looked slightly hurt, and if her reply to Eldrid's question was anything to go on, she was also quite annoyed about something. Eldrid's wings fluttered into activity when the Akvatari shifted into the air, hovering over to Eosi hesitantly.
". . . Might I be of some assistance?" Eldrid asked with a small amount of uncertainty as she watched the brightly dressed woman exercising her shoulder slightly.