Fresh air and trees and bones and pelts are all very well, but it might be nice to see some actual live animals.
This is more like it! The falconers say that the smaller bird is a merlin.
She looks tiny, but they assure me she is fierce. Her name is Freya, which is a proper Aesir name. I approve.
I didn’t catch this fellow’s name.
But isn’t he magnificent? Be careful, Sigyn! Birds of prey such as these are perfectly adapted to hunt small, cute prey.
Let’s see what else is going on. Mmm. Look! This booth has balls of fresh mozzarella…
Oh, wait. That’s not cheese. It’s clay. My mistake. But what are they doing with it?
Ah. You can make fossils.
I shall leave an imprint of my gloriousness for future generations to marvel at. But this talk of cheese has made me hungry, and it is lunchtime, or near enough. Let’s leave the human female to her t-shirts and leaves and go in search of something tasty.
Wait. Is that…? It is! Look, Sigyn! Do you see that woman’s shirt? What a marvelous item of apparel! What splendid garb!
I must get a photo of this!
My minions: They’re everywhere.