CHULANE
let's set the world on fire
"Torcher's," he repeated, to ensure he got it right, nodding, mentally noting it. He was grateful to have met a relatively kind Natural here - he'd lucked out with most of the first meetings he'd had with people of this world, finding them forgiving for the most part of it ignorance, willing to fill in the gaps in his knowledge. A smile slanted his lips as Milo playfully scolded him, a noncommittal shrug rolling his shoulders in response.He laughed, letting the last remnants of his anxiety at potentially being stuck here longer than initially intended be swallowed by the amusement. Oh, he could bullshit the man before him, could weave a tale of taming wild beasts and make it seem like his ningo farm was more of an ursur farm - but no. Chuy was too honest, his ability to lie about as good as his ability to stop from blushing when he was embarrassed.
"They can be pretty monstrous in attitude," he chuckled, before waving a hand and clarifying. "Think a cross between a chicken and a pigeon, and adapted to the cold, and you've got a ningo. We're gonna build a farm." He could talk for days on his plans, on the specifics, but he had learned long ago that not everyone shared his absolute nerdy pleasure in planning such things out. "Never been through the portal then?" A brow quirked up as he attempted to know more about his newest acquaintance.
we can burn brighter than the sun
