Fish out of water...

Álarr began to chew on the horsetail, carefully working his teeth through the fibers of the plant until he pulled one free and set it next to him. It was a pretty neat looking plant with its strong green stem jointed with touches of black. It was a bit hard on his neck to crane down like he was but he'd just gotten dry and wasn't really looking to get wet again. "Yea, she was super nice. I have heard from Afi that you can find all sorts of packs and jars and things in the junkyard clear in the west but I've never gone there myself." It would be fun to go some day but he doubted he'd be allowed to go that far until he turned a year old.