...well enough. It understands speech. A positive omen, as these things go.
...now what.
His snowshoe is broken, the frame snapped in his graceful stumble. Jason scowls down at it from behind several scarves, because while the teeth-and-bones do not particularly unnerve him, he doesn't need to be looking directly at them either and wondering how many originally-living creatures they came from.
(Lots.)
What is this thing? Why hasn't he sensed it, before now? --he can answer that last after a moment's thought, though: many of the things here are... foreign. Extremely foreign, from other worlds, other realities, so removed from his own that even Etrigan's perceptions do not see them.
He crouches down to untie the now-useless snowshoe. "Are you responsible for this snow?"
He doesn't think so. But better to ask and see what response he gets, at least.
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...now what.
His snowshoe is broken, the frame snapped in his graceful stumble. Jason scowls down at it from behind several scarves, because while the teeth-and-bones do not particularly unnerve him, he doesn't need to be looking directly at them either and wondering how many originally-living creatures they came from.
(Lots.)
What is this thing? Why hasn't he sensed it, before now? --he can answer that last after a moment's thought, though: many of the things here are... foreign. Extremely foreign, from other worlds, other realities, so removed from his own that even Etrigan's perceptions do not see them.
He crouches down to untie the now-useless snowshoe. "Are you responsible for this snow?"
He doesn't think so. But better to ask and see what response he gets, at least.