Jigano had found that, as a snake, most positions were surprisingly comfortable. His flexibility made comfort a relative concept, as long as he wasn't being squeezed or squished. He sent gratitude through the bond to Delta, however, touched by her concern, and he took the opportunity to rearrange himself into a less precarious position, at least, so he didn't have to worry about the wave action knocking him loose and washing him away.
I can certainly send him a letter, at least, the bard agreed easily, glad that she had thought of a compromise that would hurry things along. It will probably be after LongNight for him, too, though. A word of caution so she didn't get her hopes up too high with the darkest night soon to be upon them. It occurred to him that she likely didn't know why he was so concerned about it... In the Hollowed Grounds there are monsters that come out only during LongNight, to attack the people living there. So we have a great deal of preparation to do to try and keep ourselves safe. Many people will take refuge here in Torchline for the week, and the portal will be guarded to make sure nothing else gets through it. He doubted the monsters would bother traveling beneath the waves, but it didn't hurt to give warning so the merfolk knew what to expect if anything happened on land.
I can do that, he agreed, a little sad that there wasn't a better system in place, but maybe he and Delta could devise one after LongNight? A way for merfolk to get ahold of specific humans and vice versa. Some sort of ocean mail service, perhaps? Only, not with paper that would only fall apart underwater. Maybe we can come up with something better if merfolk and landfolk will be talking more? he suggested, so she could start thinking about it, too. She would have a better idea of what would be useful underwater than he did.
You can take your time and come up with it when we schedule the trade, he reassured her. But if you have any ideas or foods you have questions about, I can try and answer them now. And a picnic is when friends or family get together to eat outside their houses in a small group. An inadequate explanation, perhaps, given that laying out a blanket on the grass wouldn't have quite the same meaning on the ocean... Usually in someplace with trees and grass, to enjoy good weather with their meal, and good company. Usually they - we - eat inside our homes or buildings, so that's why a picnic is special. He paused, as his answer brought up another question he didn't want to come across as rude. What sort of buildings to merfolk make? Or did they need any at all, since they didn't need to protect themselves from rain and snow and extreme temperatures underwater?
I can certainly send him a letter, at least, the bard agreed easily, glad that she had thought of a compromise that would hurry things along. It will probably be after LongNight for him, too, though. A word of caution so she didn't get her hopes up too high with the darkest night soon to be upon them. It occurred to him that she likely didn't know why he was so concerned about it... In the Hollowed Grounds there are monsters that come out only during LongNight, to attack the people living there. So we have a great deal of preparation to do to try and keep ourselves safe. Many people will take refuge here in Torchline for the week, and the portal will be guarded to make sure nothing else gets through it. He doubted the monsters would bother traveling beneath the waves, but it didn't hurt to give warning so the merfolk knew what to expect if anything happened on land.
I can do that, he agreed, a little sad that there wasn't a better system in place, but maybe he and Delta could devise one after LongNight? A way for merfolk to get ahold of specific humans and vice versa. Some sort of ocean mail service, perhaps? Only, not with paper that would only fall apart underwater. Maybe we can come up with something better if merfolk and landfolk will be talking more? he suggested, so she could start thinking about it, too. She would have a better idea of what would be useful underwater than he did.
You can take your time and come up with it when we schedule the trade, he reassured her. But if you have any ideas or foods you have questions about, I can try and answer them now. And a picnic is when friends or family get together to eat outside their houses in a small group. An inadequate explanation, perhaps, given that laying out a blanket on the grass wouldn't have quite the same meaning on the ocean... Usually in someplace with trees and grass, to enjoy good weather with their meal, and good company. Usually they - we - eat inside our homes or buildings, so that's why a picnic is special. He paused, as his answer brought up another question he didn't want to come across as rude. What sort of buildings to merfolk make? Or did they need any at all, since they didn't need to protect themselves from rain and snow and extreme temperatures underwater?
