Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

Siona had wanted to ask just why the other tribes derided Omani's for living where they did, but something appeared to have distracted the ocelot, who then continued onward. All the fox could do was nod and, as appropriate, translate back and forth for Lerron. Even if it wasn't the badger's fault, she found it all a bit frustrating, having to hear or say almost everything twice to facilitate communication. She debated simply stopping , but knew it would be unwise to be rude to the person who she still had another day to travel with. And if something aggressive did stumble upon them, she would be relying on his physical skills as much as he was presently relying on her magical ones. She could shelve her questions for another time and be the polite translator. They seemed to be in the territory of Omani's tribe, so she found it unlikely she wouldn't meet another member at some point anyway. Karma repaid her patience not too long after, as she found herself marginally helpful at best in constructing their shelter for the evening. Still, once it was built, she was able to set a few general wards around the tiny structure to hopefully ensure that they would pass the night unmolested. Without more equipment the best she could manage was a simple circle, set to produce a loud sound when something crossed it, but it would serve to scare off smaller critters, and give them warning about larger ones. The night was warm enough that Siona found no need to heat the small space, and in fact, found herself sweating after less than an hour. Still, it was rest, and a rest desperately needed after... Siona still wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but she felt confident that it had been bad . Siona awoke gradually, feeling groggy and dehydrated from all the sweating. Her whole body still ached, though less fiercely than the day prior. And she was hungry . The small meal of crabs, followed by a small quantity of waterbelly flesh and a larger quantity of it's juice, had hardly made up for whatever she'd done the day before that. She suspected Lerron was even worse off he hadn't had the benefit of the small amount of protein she'd found, and even if their heights were similar he outweighed her by a non-trivial amount of muscle. When Romandi arrived, bearing food, gave mental thanks to Kanjalli. It seemed about as appropriate as her normal, secularly-spoken thank the gods she normally uttered when something similar happened. She performed her spell again, and soon enough found herself playing three-way translator. For better or worse Romandi seemed less talkative than Omani it made her job easier but also meant she was able to glean fewer tidbits. Not wanting to press her luck before they reached the campsite, she kept her questions brief and casual was the weather always like this, what was this plant or that plant, and the like. When they reached the campsite, Siona gave a heavy sigh of relief. Huh. So I guess that's what happened. The fox muttered, mostly to herself. She realized belatedly that Lerron had continued on without her, and it appeared that Romandi was making ready to leave. She turned towards him, gesturing. Wait! I, uh, wanted to thank you for guiding us. And ask if you could pass on my gratitude to Omani. Siona could be awkward and blunt, but she knew the value of good manners. Sometimes, at least. And I wanted to ask, so I can help my tribe avoid problems in the future does Kanjalli guard all the rivers in this-- this land? She had almost said island, but remembered that the territory they occupied had been referred to as a continent, and corrected herself. But regardless of it's size, it seemed prudent, maybe critical, to know if other waterways would attack her for crossing incorrectly. Still, Romandi did seem rather eager to leave, and she made no effort to continue the conversation beyond that point. When the cat had disappeared into the foliage, she followed Lerron's idea, trotting towards the camp to see where she could be helpful. Her skills were not particularly useful in disassembling or reassembling a ship, but she also hadn't any idea how many magic-users the camp had. If she was lucky, she would be given leave to continue her original job cataloging all the flora and fauna she could find. Depending on their food supplies, it could be a very useful endeavor even from a practical perspective, to know what they could safely eat when their own supplies ran low. At worst, she hoped her talents would be used for more than just making clean water and drying things out. Regardless, Siona looked for whoever appeared to be in charge, doing her best to not get sidetracked or dragged into any random tasks along the way.