Ceres paused, then chuckled, shaking her head, amused. "Unlike you, who has no need for solid fare, or our erstwhile compatriot, who you take such joy in vexing, I actually have a Metabolism. I eat heartily, for today may be the last day I live to see, I try to enjoy life for much the same reason, and I tightened my belt, both around the base of my leggings and around my waist so you cannot attempt to slip your appendages, be they finger, tail, or other, to where I do not deign them to be slipped."<br/><br/>She paused, then stretched, calmly uprooting a ten-foot tall tree and replanting it a few feet to her side, her scaled biceps barely straining under the effort. "As for my mood, I admit, I am.... capricious, at best. However, I find that acting much akin to a wildfire in mood, unpredictable and potentially dangerous is far more useful than being predictable."<br/><br/>She continued walking, her feet padding silently over the brush and layers of dead and fallen leaves, her blades being used only to remove direct impediments that were too small to bother moving around. After some time, not particularly paying attention to the idle banter from her companions, she looked up and frowned. "It's getting late. We should find a clearing soon to camp in. I don't particularly like the idea of giant centipedes finding us at night."