"Chocobos and the bees"
"I don't understand, Dregorah." The galka child was standing beside the trail, watching as the large yellow Chocobo frantically gathered up all the nearby sticks, brush, and stones, forming a nest.
Sighing in frustration, the adult Galka standing nearby tried to think of another way to explain things. "Okay, Thonnie, think of it like this," pausing for air, he continues. "You know the flower pots Willam keeps in his wagon for growing herbs, right?" Seeing his charge nod, Dregorah continues. "A female is like that, a fertile vessel, waiting for a seed to cause a plant to grow. The male is like the gardener, who plants the seed."
Puzzling over it, his tail swishing back and forth in concentration, the tiny galka seems to understand after a moment. "So, she will lay an egg, that will hatch, into another chocobo?" Dregorah nods, and Thonnie continues. "Because the gardener was a chocobo, right?" Seeing the continued nodding of his mentor, he goes farther. "So you could plant a seed in a chocobo and grow another galka!" he excitedly blurts out.
Spluttering in embarrassment, he quickly glances about, then drops to his knee, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "No, no. It doesn't work that way at all, and don't say things like that, it's… it's… people and animals don't mix, that's wrong. And I don't want you ever talking about anything like that ever again!"
A bit taken aback, the boy nods, then thinks of something else, and turns back up to look at Dregorah. "So, people stick with people, so you could make another galka with a people female, like a hume or an elvaan?"
"No again, Thonnie, that doesn't work either," and with a chuckle he adds half to himself, "but not for lack of trying." Seeing the confusion in the child's face, he continues. "We are different than all the others; all the other peoples, all the animals, and even the plants. And I want you to remember, that makes us special, not wrong."
Thonnie nods again, they had had the talk about how their people lived, died, and were reborn before. "I know, Dregorah." He responds. And the larger man squeezes his shoulder a bit, and smiles.
"Good, now, you can go off and play, but be careful, don't go too far, and give a call if you see anything dangerous." He says standing, but by then the boy is already gone, running off happily to play.
"Heaven be praised he isn't any more curious," Dregorah muses half aloud, " I don't think I could handle a talk like that in any greater detail.".
Turning back towards the camp, Dregorah could see fires were already burning. Deciding his tribulations had earned him a treat, he decided to stop by and collect his ale allotment on the way to mess fire.