What a stupid idea he had. To sit here and try to grab globs of the patchy, fleshy, mud-man in the tree had made as much sense as it would have if he decided scoop the entire ocean up palm by palm.
It hadn't occurred to him until he looked down to the mess of...whatever 'Clay' actually was in his hands, and then to the small pile he had torn from the tree and plopped on the ground.
"This was a stupid idea..." Azier admitted flatly.
"Clays ideas are always stupid," The companion stated with more glee than he should have for the content of such a sentence.
Azier sighed and shook his head. "No. The idea that your ideas are stupid....is stupid" He paused as his own words echoed back to him and he added "....Hold on, let me re-phrase that...".
"What is... phrase?" Clay asked innocently as he blinked down to Azier with a smile and eyes that glittered with curiosity.
