Daniel might have been disappointed by Hork Bajir artistic traditions, had he cared to ask; it was questionable whether Jara would even understand the symbolic concept of drawings at all, much less be able to produce them, even if he could handle objects finely enough to do so. When it came to 'high culture', Hork Bajir had exceptionally little.
Not that it meant they had no culture at all; certainly not. But did anyone think to ask about it, or stop to consider beyond judging the lack of sophisticated intellectual pursuits? Hardly.
Jara turned his head a bit to make sure Daniel was steady and had a clear path, shaking his head a little and drifting after him. One look at the pod assured him it wasn't a Hork Bajir, dim though the shadow was through the walls of the pod; there were no blades that he could tell, and certainly no tail. He peered at the silhouette of the next. That one looked human, too.... Was looking at the pods the right idea? Maybe it was wasting their time. If the flowers hadn't bloomed yet, then they shouldn't force them--it wasn't yet their time. "Toby Hamee, my kalari. My daughter. Toby not with Jara Hamee before this."
He looked back up instead, up towards the pods rising above their heads for what seemed like forever. "Daniel friend friends will look here?" He couldn't help but sound slightly dubious, even with an honest question. They were far, far away from home here.... And nobody could look in the world of the dead for their friends, could they? You had to be dead to climb the Great Tree to reach Mother Sky. He rather hoped he didn't find Toby, or Ket--or any of Daniel's friends, for that matter==, just because it would hopefully mean that they were still safe and sound.
Still, they had to try. Not looking for their friends and family here.... well, that seemed like it wasn't very nice at all. They would wake up lost and alone and scared, too, with nobody around that they cared about to make them feel better. "What Daniel friend friends like?"
/delves into the intricate linguistic secrets of making shit up
Not that it meant they had no culture at all; certainly not. But did anyone think to ask about it, or stop to consider beyond judging the lack of sophisticated intellectual pursuits? Hardly.
Jara turned his head a bit to make sure Daniel was steady and had a clear path, shaking his head a little and drifting after him. One look at the pod assured him it wasn't a Hork Bajir, dim though the shadow was through the walls of the pod; there were no blades that he could tell, and certainly no tail. He peered at the silhouette of the next. That one looked human, too.... Was looking at the pods the right idea? Maybe it was wasting their time. If the flowers hadn't bloomed yet, then they shouldn't force them--it wasn't yet their time. "Toby Hamee, my kalari. My daughter. Toby not with Jara Hamee before this."
He looked back up instead, up towards the pods rising above their heads for what seemed like forever. "Daniel friend friends will look here?" He couldn't help but sound slightly dubious, even with an honest question. They were far, far away from home here.... And nobody could look in the world of the dead for their friends, could they? You had to be dead to climb the Great Tree to reach Mother Sky. He rather hoped he didn't find Toby, or Ket--or any of Daniel's friends, for that matter==, just because it would hopefully mean that they were still safe and sound.
Still, they had to try. Not looking for their friends and family here.... well, that seemed like it wasn't very nice at all. They would wake up lost and alone and scared, too, with nobody around that they cared about to make them feel better. "What Daniel friend friends like?"