Jigano hummed quiet acknowledgment of the information Loren passed along from his nosy adventures, the information tallying with what they'd seen so far, and what he'd learned from Ingrid. Bird? he sent back curiously, trying to remember what Ingrid had said about birds. Some sort of scavenger, she'd implied? He hadn't gotten a name from her at the time, though now he wished he had.
Agreed. It felt good to be exploring with a fellow Loreseeker again, stretching the bounds of what they knew and confirming initial impressions with another keen mind. Hard to grow anything when the snow covers the soil year round. Greenhouses, perhaps? But those were time and material-intensive undertakings. Still, with Deimos or Remi and Loren to help they could try and set one up, if the locals would be interested in such a thing and didn't have them already.
The market was less overwhelming to Jigano, but he only had to worry about sight and sound, not smell, and his human senses were far less keen than Loren's honey badger ones. He started out down the street, nodding to people as they passed though everyone was so bundled up that it was hard to see any defining characteristics beneath hats and scarves and coats and more scarves and multiple sweaters. He had just paused near a hot spiced drink vendor to watch the transaction, trying to see what was being traded for the brew, when a shout rang out across the general hubbub of commerce.
"My ningo!" A despairing voice howled as clucks and squawks of freedom rose up in a clatter of breaking wood. For a moment people paused to look towards the source of the disturbance, a ripple of laughter and concerned calls of assistance spreading from the epicenter, but then the birds were on the move. Most were too fat to fly far, but a few fluttered up to perch on eaves while others raced between legs and boots, confused and frightened by the crowd they dodged through. Two of the snowy foul made a break right past Loren and Jigano, heading for what they hoped was the safety and quiet of a nearby alley tucked between two tall stone buildings nearby.
Agreed. It felt good to be exploring with a fellow Loreseeker again, stretching the bounds of what they knew and confirming initial impressions with another keen mind. Hard to grow anything when the snow covers the soil year round. Greenhouses, perhaps? But those were time and material-intensive undertakings. Still, with Deimos or Remi and Loren to help they could try and set one up, if the locals would be interested in such a thing and didn't have them already.
The market was less overwhelming to Jigano, but he only had to worry about sight and sound, not smell, and his human senses were far less keen than Loren's honey badger ones. He started out down the street, nodding to people as they passed though everyone was so bundled up that it was hard to see any defining characteristics beneath hats and scarves and coats and more scarves and multiple sweaters. He had just paused near a hot spiced drink vendor to watch the transaction, trying to see what was being traded for the brew, when a shout rang out across the general hubbub of commerce.
"My ningo!" A despairing voice howled as clucks and squawks of freedom rose up in a clatter of breaking wood. For a moment people paused to look towards the source of the disturbance, a ripple of laughter and concerned calls of assistance spreading from the epicenter, but then the birds were on the move. Most were too fat to fly far, but a few fluttered up to perch on eaves while others raced between legs and boots, confused and frightened by the crowd they dodged through. Two of the snowy foul made a break right past Loren and Jigano, heading for what they hoped was the safety and quiet of a nearby alley tucked between two tall stone buildings nearby.