Go the Distance

Luckily, Seneca did not notice the look between Ignita and Wylan, or he might have been offended and tried to show just how good of a swimmer he was. He was too busy finding a suitable spot to relax, and once the heat began working into his muscles, he really did begin to relax. His ears tipped outward as he listened to Ignita, eyes switching just briefly to Wylan when he asked about First Light. He was curious of that too - he had seen snow today, after all! - but chose to speak on her favorite things. "What kinda things do you like to make? And find?" Even if Ignita was a slave, Seneca intended on becoming her friend and was genuinely interested in what she liked to do. He was going to be an explorer, and if he ever came across something she would like, he would of course bring it back for her. "I like finding shiny things. And anything blue. Pole helps me with that." He glanced over to his martin companion snoozing against a wall, not trusting his precarious position to tilt his head in its direction. "It's kinda hard finding that sort of stuff, but that's what makes it fun. If it was easy to find, why bother?" He chuckled with a grin, flexing his toes under the water. The warmth had completely wrapped around his legs, leeching the exertion of the day away. He fought a yawn, clenching his jaw tightly as he simply floated.