"Well," Ellana begins, hoping she doesn't give away just yet how she really doesn't like the way her people choose to live. "We keep our belonging in aravels -- wagons with sails -- and ask the halla to pull them for us. That is how you treat a halla. They're our friends, not work animals. We try to stay close to a water source, and the forest if we can. Whenever our hunters say the humans are starting to gather, we have to pack up and move on." There's a tiny bit of bitterness to her tone.

"We keep shrines to the gods, and a statue of Fen'harel also faces out from our camp to appease him."