Name: Arelia<br/>Players Nearby: Adonis/Aliks<br/>Location: In the woods outside of Klith<br/><hr/><br/>Arelia shook her head as he spoke. She had little experience dealing with the forest folk, who her mother claimed were protective of what they called home. So the best she could do was to simply tell him her thoughts on the matter; she wasn't a debater. "Unlike you, I wouldn't compare them to a living person. I know you might not think it right, but for us, it's one of our necessities."<br/><br/>And yet, seeing him simply hang there from the branch, he seemed to be taking the matter as if it were a casual conversation between acquaintances, which she and the stranger weren't. And with the difference between their individual moods and viewpoints, she wasn't sure how long she could keep up the conversation if it were to continue.<br/><br/>Then he jumped down to her, causing her to gasp as she nearly spilled the basket. She stood still, even though he was very close to her to the point of making her a tad uncomfortable; she wasn't ready to push him away though, since he has yet to give her a reason to. But then he did something she wouldn't expect with his previous questions; he was digging through the various plants in her basket, sniffing at them. "I wouldn't expect someone who treats plants as equals to be interested in their 'corpses'..." She said, as an observation.