i like where we are, here

Aureus started working some plant fibers into the clay, patting it out on the hide as he worked. He wanted to get the fibers interspersed evenly and if he did it correctly it would help to strengthen what would eventually become a small clay bowl. As he worked he listened. He didn't quite know what to make of Eliphas' description of his father other than he was intrigued. It sounded very weird but also kind of cool and rather lonely.

Aureus worked carefully, kneading the clay. His paws and claws worked until he was satisfied but he paused when he Eliphas' tone changed. He looked up, eyes locking on the other mans. The orange light of the fire reflected in those stunning eyes as Eliphas insisted that Aureus promise not to laugh. What could this man be so interested in that he would think Aureus would laugh? Aureus nodded sternly. "I promise, I will not laugh. It can't be any weirder than my great aunt's stuffed potoo collection anyway." He grinned, hoping to be encouraging.