"Everything has a spirit in it. Every rock, tree, gust of wind... They're usually sleeping though," He glances over to the boulder he had been chatting with. It was beginning to settle down in a new shape and it'd probably go back to sleep soon itself.

"Until someone as friendly and likable as myself comes and wakes them up. But enough about me, I'd like to hear about you," a statement Eli Monpress rarely ever said. He loves himself and loves talking about himself nearly just as much, "I've met horse made of fire and jade before, one with wings once, but I've never seen one with a horn."