"Not much grows here - similar to your homeworld, it would seem. I'm told some moss and tough shrubs that are barely suitable for consumption is all that appears when the snows melt slightly in the Longheat." He answers, though all of his knowledge comes from word of mouth - the Flora and Fauna guide was notably light on for detail when it came to Flora for Halo. It made sense, even if it made his job a lot harder.
"First, I am hoping to use a resource already abundant in Halo. Did you get to see a live ningo before the Longnight locked us all up in here?" He asked, wondering just how much of the land the other had seen before being forced into this isolating environment. "They are hardy birds, and with some careful selection and the right facilities, I am confident we can breed bigger birds to produce more meat per carcass, and also another line of prolific egg layers. Once that is established, we will have a steady source of food, feathers and well, shit as well."
He held a finger up, to indicate that the shit was indeed relevant to his tale. "I think that may be the key to encouraging more things to grow here. Others have thrown around ideas of building greenhouses to house the plants from the elements, and I think that is definitely relevant, but the ningo shit should really help too." He hoped he hadn't said too much, hoped that he hadn't confused her, or gotten too into what he was saying to come across as intimidating - it happened sometimes.
"First, I am hoping to use a resource already abundant in Halo. Did you get to see a live ningo before the Longnight locked us all up in here?" He asked, wondering just how much of the land the other had seen before being forced into this isolating environment. "They are hardy birds, and with some careful selection and the right facilities, I am confident we can breed bigger birds to produce more meat per carcass, and also another line of prolific egg layers. Once that is established, we will have a steady source of food, feathers and well, shit as well."
He held a finger up, to indicate that the shit was indeed relevant to his tale. "I think that may be the key to encouraging more things to grow here. Others have thrown around ideas of building greenhouses to house the plants from the elements, and I think that is definitely relevant, but the ningo shit should really help too." He hoped he hadn't said too much, hoped that he hadn't confused her, or gotten too into what he was saying to come across as intimidating - it happened sometimes.
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