She nodded, imagining the plants from her home world in her head. ”Yes, we had those… the reindeer moss grew year round, although someone in the city said something about it not being a moss but a lichen. I’m a bit fuzzy on the difference.” She said.
”I haven’t seen a ningo! I think I may have eaten one, though.” She listened intently as he spoke, riveted by the plan even as she giggled a bit, somewhat immaturely, at his casual tone talking about the bird shit. ”My clan is of reindeer herders, we moved the herd around the same annual path because the reindeer shit on the grass fields made it grow back a little better the next season, though even still it could never grow much beyond short and tough strands.” She made a gesture with her hands to mimic the height of the grass. ”So I think the bird-shit plan will work.” She grinned.
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