The human male has made the annual sacred pilgrimage to big board-game convention in the Big City to the North–and this year Sigyn and I have come with him! It was a long car trip, and the smell of nerd is strong in the air, but it means several days away from the human female, so I am 100% on board with this.
There is so much to see and so many people I could talk to–if I wanted to. Which I don’t. Sigyn’s having fun exploring, though, so I’ll just tag along with her and make sure she stays out of trouble.
Right off the bat, though, she’s discovered a labyrinth of some sort. It’s all made out of ice—rooms and corridors and low-linteled doorways.
The cold doesn’t bother me (Jotun blood being superior). I’ll put a little spell of warm protection around Sigyn so she doesn’t catch a chill.
Captain Spangles’ gymsocks! What is that smell?!
Ugh! Who lives here, and why do they have fish just lying around?
Oh. Penguins. That explains the stray osteichthyes over there.
I’ve never really had much use for penguins. Beady eyes, fish breath, and always dressed up like they’re headed for a party to which everyone else is not invited.
Sigyn’s making friends, though…
I did not know penguins came in these colors. I trust them even less now.
Oh! Looks like this time we have been invited to the party!
Where they’re serving raw fish.
Figures. Indulge in proto-sushi if you wish, my dear, but this is one feast I think I’ll skip.