"What? That's what I said! Hamaroos. Hamaroos. Hara-moose... Oh." Eldon chuckled lightly as he bobbed his head, bit down lightly on his tongue, and repeated the name via individual syllables. "Hara-moose. Ah well, don't worry about it. I'm not that interested in Alchemy. Just, eh, curious I guess. I guess I can somewhat understand why you wouldn't know. Might be a spit in the face of Hamamoose. Trust in your gods, and they will care for you." Eldon grinned, he wasn't sure that was always the case, Makutsi was a rare sight on the plains, even though he prayed to her more than just on occasion. Eldon inched slightly closer to Ariel, again to get a better look. He thought he saw something. "Did you just sigh? Or, breathe dramatically?" Eldon had theorized that, being made of clay, meant she had no lungs or need for air. He leaned back again for fear of making her more uncomfortable than she already was, if she was at all. Eldon was beginning to get quite comfortable around Ariel to be honest. Humans or Zith could have just as easily raided the Drykas camp, easier than any band of Pycon most likely. To hate all Pycon was just arrogant, foolish. He saw now that Ariel was not one of them. "I wouldn't so much say it's a secret. We are usually welcoming of strangers. I've seen all kinds of people, although not quite so fun sized, in my life. We move more to follow the ideal environments, which I suppose can appear at times to avoid contact with other people." Eldon nodded, she knew a good deal about the Drykas it seemed. "The striders help guide us. They have a strong connection to the Sea of Grass, and we have a strong connection with them, therefore, we are connected always through them. Some Drykas... Eh, never mind. I'm just rambling now." Eldon chuckled nervously, lying about his reasons for cutting himself short. It wasn't often he nearly spoke about Webbing to strangers. That would have been a major problem if he had though. "I've never thought about putting a plant in a pot. I guess that might work, but the Drykas already have so much to move. The pavilions, supplies, children, animals. A pot and plant would be more of a nuisance during the migration of Endrykas. It is a tempting thought though. I think I should like to try that someday." Eldon thought about it, someday was apparently today. His eyes fell on that crude butchered hole his fingers made in the ground. Trying to add up the possibility of such a thing. Would he manage to make it live? Could he keep it alive? He wouldn't attempt it today, but maybe, just maybe, someday. "I don't even know what all a plant could do. I have a good friend of mine, he knows everything about them." Eldon pondered, an idea coming to mind. Who else in Endrykas would appreciate a traveling plant more than Denen? He smiled lightly, thinking that Ariel had given him the perfect idea for a gift for the deaf Drykas. "Yes. I love being a proud Hydromancer of the Sunkiss Pavilion. I love the hunt. It has its drawbacks, battlescars, overgiving, so on. Live hard, ride fast, die young, be proud. That's the Drykas." |