I must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be.

Mercury grinned as Nelu found himself a stone in the courtyard, and used it to press out the shape in the clay. It had been a very, very long time since he had played with clay as a child himself. His people had always valued art, and he had tried his hand at a few different mediums, before settling on the windchimes that were so beloved of his people.

He raised a brow at the boy's next question. Perhaps he did have an interest in warfare, like his older siblings. “I have been in a few fights, but I haven’t been in a raid before - which are more of a battle, with multiple opponents on either side. I’ve taken on large cats, and coyotes, and on one memorable occasion, a crocodile” He explained ast the pup soothed out his clay.

"Speech"