kaimana
they say we are what we are, but we don't have to be
Your exploration of the world of the human-animals continues today as you attempt to learn how to navigate buildings. Well, the outside of buildings anyway. You're making a mental map in your head, trying to mark out landmarks and remember them for later, but oh, it's hard when man-made structures all look virtually the same! It's not like trees, where each one has a separate shape and scent and distinct bark patterns and unique leaves. Here you have to commit to memory the different colors of the wood, or what sorts of lichen has grown from the wall, or whether or not there's plants around it.
All of which is to say, you have now become rather hopelessly lost.
It's a familiar scent and shock of blonde hair that shakes you from your fugue, Loren being instantly recognizable to you as the human-animal you have encountered most often (aside from Oia, of course). He's spraying water onto a wall with what appears to be the intent of removing the mud (why?), and there's someone else helping him, and it all looks quite interesting and purposeful. "Hullo, Loren!" you call from behind the pair, popping into place beside the friendly mage and flashing both him and the other one a broad, freckled grin. "Hullo, Not-Loren! Why're ya doin' that to the mud?"
All of which is to say, you have now become rather hopelessly lost.
It's a familiar scent and shock of blonde hair that shakes you from your fugue, Loren being instantly recognizable to you as the human-animal you have encountered most often (aside from Oia, of course). He's spraying water onto a wall with what appears to be the intent of removing the mud (why?), and there's someone else helping him, and it all looks quite interesting and purposeful. "Hullo, Loren!" you call from behind the pair, popping into place beside the friendly mage and flashing both him and the other one a broad, freckled grin. "Hullo, Not-Loren! Why're ya doin' that to the mud?"
