Ivmar
Having someone who was truly interested in what he was saying was very encouraging for Ivmar. He told Taron about everything to do with his masterpiece; how he had flown over certain areas to insure he got their carving right, just how he had cut the water so that it looked like it would start flowing at any second, etc. There was no chance that Taron was faking her interest either; interest as great as what she was showing could not be pretended.
"This one was especially difficult, the stand of trees here. See, I had to-"an awful sound cut off the rest of his sentence. First, Taron was screaming, but then a loud, hungry screech joined her scream. Looking up from his work Ivmar saw, much to his horror, a huge eye looking at them. Oh no...it was the Garudor he had heard earlier! It wasn't so far away anymore...and did it ever look hungry! Ivmar gulped and quickly hid his stones away, then ran to Taron's side. "Well, if we have to fight that thing, we should do so together." Still, they were rooted to the spot with fear, fear of the monster that was eyeing them.