There is wakfu everywhere, in all things that live. Everything, from a single cell to a dragon, has some wakfu within it. If you train hard enough, and with just a pinch of the Goddess' grace, you can see it all around us. [Chibi sounds alive, himself, talking about this; there's a twinkle in his eye. It is easy to see that his nature is wakfu, and wakfu is movement, with the way he carries himself: all shifting back and forth, gesturing in the air with blue-lit fingertips without realizing it.] It, itself, is life. Like how you can still reach the souls of the departed here, that is how wakfu is to me.

I say I am hard-up because I do not take from animals, as a rule. There are more plants here than when I arrived, sure, but not nearly enough - or enough free wakfu in the air to do what I'd really like. And there is where the difference between here and my world lies, I think. [Probably.]