Cerulean Cape Prehnite

The spotted wolf seemed still fascinated by the rock. Or rather, the plant that was growing near it. Chip leaned in to look, but she didn't really understand why it was so great. A rock, a plant, who cares? Chip had never been terribly concerned with the more, uh, intelligent aspects of life. She enjoyed conversation, but only the soft stuff. Anything regarding actual knowledge wasn't terribly fun for her.

"Uh huh," she replied anyway, figuring it wouldn't hurt to amuse the girl. "So you have an obsession with plants and rocks? The band of rascals I'm hanging out with has an obsession with the ocean." What was with these folks out here? It didn't seem entirely natural to Chip, but maybe she'd understand if she kept hanging out with The Nereides. Probably not, though.