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He shook his head with a little bit of a laugh thrown in as well. "Well, what do you expect us to eat if we're made of clay? We don't really have the digestive system needed to process meat. Nor the appetite." And if they had to eat the clay, they certainly wouldn't be making buildings out of the stuff as well. Most likely why they chose buildings that were already constructed and simply made those their home instead. It took less effort.. and the humans could make bigger buildings better suited to the passing of time. Perhaps one day, they'd find a way to make a city themselves, and they'd be able to form a better place to live in - free of racism and all of the other problems that came with the larger cities that they often found in their journeys.
"Oh. I don't know - I wasn't there." And what with the small life-spans, there was a lot more rumour in the tales they heard of the Valterrian. Regardless, now that he was back in the room, and pushed away from his fantasies they could begin with the actual auristics. To be perfectly honest, he had no clue what to expect with them anyway - he'd not been introduced to much magic and given what he did know, a lot of it was just to increase ones ability during combat. This was definitely not combat though.. this was just reading auras, whatever they were and whatever that meant. In his mind, it was something similar to that of future-telling.. although less reliable. Because all magic was pretty unreliable anyway. He got comfortable though - rolling his shoulders and all that, relaxing the clay in his body and allowing it to return to what he could only describe as his neutral pose.
Aaaand... nothing. He waited, and waited, but still nothing was going on. He knew there was supposed to be something, surely.. or maybe it was just all in ones own imagination. The man just seemed to be staring at him.. perhaps visualizing something - or coming up with a story to lie about. He couldn't tell.. the boy didn't seem like one to make fraud out of innocents, and especially squires and knights. Then again, the boy had explained that he wanted to go everywhere.. and all that didn't come cheap. Five miza's a session sounded like it could do a whole lot of good for someone intent on travel. When the boy made a rather shaky breath, he thought that he might be charging up.. for whatever. Although why this stuff needed charging.. well, he didn't know, he wasn't adept at any of the magics.
Well, he was somewhat right. Now, he was going at it for real. It was quite difficult to take everything seriously when the man was flashing his arms around and gasping, but... just like before, absolutely nothing. He was just left staring at this man like he was some lunatic. "Erm.. alright." Without really knowing why, he disconnected his nexus from his eyes.. which had absolutely no outward change of appearance anyway.. while he summoned to mind his mother and father.. his mother, as always, busy running around the forests. And his father, practising on his Py-Pole and occasionally helping Arch in his training before he would go out into the world. These were his best memories.. because since leaving the family for travel, he'd not really seen them often. Occasionally he would return.. but mostly to assure them that he was doing well. Then he'd be off again.
