He continued to scrape leaves into place, building a somewhat larger leaf bed for himself. Jonquil was no stranger to impromptu bedding, and he was pleased to find that the leaves were at least mostly dry. There were few things more irritating than having one's bedding cling to them in all the wrong places because of damp leaves, or to be poked by stray twigs.

The question was an interesting one, one that he didn't think he could quite answer. He did live a free life, to be sure, but not in the sense of wild Soquili, answering to none and waiting for none at the end of the day. He'd always been attached to at least one other person, if not more, and he couldn't say that he lived his life without considering what others thought or felt. The love he had for his family was too great to allow him to completely disregard their comfort and live the life of a wanderer, and he wasn't sure he would want to.

"I don't know that any of us truly know. I'm not a fully-fledged adventurer myself." Stretching his neck, he plucked a twig out of his bed of leaves and tossed it aside. "For the most part, I come and go as I please, and it's nice. I enjoy being able to see new things and make new friends."

He surveyed his work, nudging a few errant leaves back in place with his nose. "I've met a few, though. They're happy, and I suppose they ought to be, since they've chosen that life. But they never seem to really have any ties to anyone but themselves."

Finally satisfied, he lowered himself to the bed and shifted until he was comfortable. From his new vantage point, he looked to Seralin again, noting that she at least seemed comfortable. "I think it's the perfect way of life for some, but at least for me, I wouldn't like it for very long."