She jabs at its face, but with momentum intended to meet resistance, and there is none. With momentum intended to compensate for a dodge on the part of the creature, but it surges forward. She's engulfed, and then there is no snake, and there is no ground, and she's falling.
She gasps. The air is clean; she doesn't need to heal poison out of herself with each breath. She sees - floating land, of sorts, there, some kind of oddly geology-themed ship maybe. She could, potentially, turn Lævateinn into something with enough surface area to steer herself onto it rather than fall farther and suffer worse from the fall, but she just recently perfected a new...
She's a bird, a swift, and she catches the wind, and her spear is a twig clutched in her feet, and she wings her way to the land.
The town is a fairly impressive sight, almost as vertical as it is horizontal. There are lots of parks and urban gardens and pretty wildlife in the surrounding islands. People move around on little cars suspended from ropes, or miniature balloon-like things. The ship dockyard has some three dozen vessels of widely varying size and design attached to it, which Nick's somewhat-battered houseship soon joins.
...And then stops falling a few seconds later. Upon closer inspection, there is a web of rope hanging under the entire town, held up by poles extending outward from the lowest and outermost islands.
It will take Nick a few hours to arrange for repairs to his ship and a buyer for the squid and all his other food and his tree.
Loki is free to walk around the town, handed a few wooden coins (yes, wooden, and marked with a peculiar symbol that seems to be on a lot of this town's buildings - a logo of sorts), and advised to return at sunset for the rest of her money.
One might pay attention to the helpful maps posted here and there. Some of the larger islands have names, the one she's on right now is "Stairway." It's probably the most vertical, and seems to be a hub of sorts. If she wants glass and tools, why not try for the island labelled "Glissei's Glassware Workshop"?
If she takes the most obvious path, she'll arrive at a very pretty storefront labelled Glissei's, on an island near the bottom and outer edge of town, leading into a store that sells glass and things-containing-glass of all shapes and sizes and colors.
She has no reason to take a non-obvious path. She takes a look at the glasswares before trying to speak to anyone. Just double-checking on the telescopes.
There are telescopes by a window, conveniently labelled 'for demonstration purposes'. They are mostly made of wood and what looks like bone apart from the glass bits, very bulky, and if she looks through one, she will observe that it has weak magnification, it is difficult to adjust the focus.
Okay, so she can't invent telescopes from scratch, but she can improve on them. If they can make mirrors. Are there mirrors?
There are mirrors. They are very expensive. They seem to be made entirely of glass and silver. The silver is probably what makes them so expensive.
Still, with this kind of materials cost she's going to have to have a collaborator or some interim sort of work. She goes out of the shop and wanders a bit more.
There are tool shops, and clothes shops, and bakeries, and herbalists, and a lot of recycling workshops that will buy various used-up materials (like paper, wood shavings, or food waste) and sell other things at a slightly higher price.
She takes note of how the recyclers like things categorized so that when she has anything to throw out she can do it in an orderly manner, and looks at what tools they have in the shops.
The best tools are made of bone, the rest are wooden. Metal is too valuable to be used for tools, generally. (Nick's tools were all bone) One can find most purely mechanical tools one wants, from axes to hammers to pliers to shovels to wrenches - though one might have to visit a specialist shop to find, for example, a particular kind of scissors.
She gets hungry. What's for eating around here?
Fruit and vegetables and bread things are cheap, meat is sharply expensive. If she wants alcohol, that's cheap enough. She can't afford meat.
That'll be a change. She doesn't want alcohol. She'll take a veggie pie and a fruit tart. Maybe she should hunt things. If she flew more or less straight up over an island, killed something in midair...? She'd still need a way to transport it from wherever she caught it to a buyer, which means a ship, which is probably out of her reach for now.
Someone tries to steal the rest of her money by casually picking her pocket when they think Loki's not looking.
She grabs his wrist. She will not be letting go of his wrist.
"Really," she says. "My first day in town. Really."
"Fuck. Look, I need to eat. My daughter needs to eat. Our farm burned down to bare rock, I don't have anywhere to go."
He does seem to be pretty underfed, and his clothes are scruffy. But he's shaking too much for that to seem like the whole and unaltered truth.
"Ma'am, sir, please explain this unpleasant situation."
"This gentleman is telling me his life story," says Loki, smiling. "Excuse me, I'm new in town, I assume you're some kind of official because you match the currency but perhaps you could clarify?"