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.
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?"
The security councilman recognizes the pickpocket. His hand goes to a wooden stick on his belt, but he doesn't draw it. "Ma'am, that man has a record of violent and impulsive actions. I suggest you cease to associate with him immediately."
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?!" The pickpocket yells, "You want me to just shut up, keep my head down, and let my little girl starve?"
The officer's tone is stonelike. "My role is to keep the peace. Your daughter is not my problem unless she plans to incite violence. You could always sign up for a month in the pipes, or the farms, use your pay to feed her."
"I thought the lack of a farm was the problem in the first place," remarks Loki. "If there are farms to sign up with...?"
The security man has no comment. He'll just continue staring threateningly at the pickpocket.
The security guard grabs the man by his other wrist. "Steven Ortega, you are under arrest for theft and making a public disturbance. Do not resist." He starts to lead the thief away.
It's not quite sunset yet, but it's starting to get close.
He notices Loki after he finishes with the wing.
"Hello. It's a nice enough town, save the pickpocket," she remarks. "Did you sell the tentacles?"
"We agreed on the price of one silgram per ten kilograms of tentacle, which works out to 49.3 grams of silver. The local currency is Liams, about 500 liams to a gram of silver, so you get 24 grams of silver and 325 Liams, or 12325 Liams."
The veggie pie and fruit tart cost her two Liams total. Paper was advertised in a shop at 9 Liams per sheet.
"Yes, I caught him and then someone showed up to arrest him. That sounds like a good deal on the meat. Your half will cover your damages, I hope?"
"It should take care of the wing and then some. Especially since I managed to sell my temporary replacement. I haven't taken a good look at my internals yet, though. If something important on the inside is subtly destroyed I could be taking a loss. But accidents happen, right?"
"Heh. I guess it's not really an accident. Wildlife attacks happen, then. Well, in an hour you'll have a decent startup fund. Do you have a good idea what you want to do around here or was it a wasted trip?"
"I'm considering the logistics on taking up squid-hunting, actually, with that price tag. In the shorter term I'm thinking inventing."
"Meat is pretty valuable in general, but squid in particular is only so ridiculously expensive because hardly anybody human is stupid enough to try to hunt them. You stand a much better chance, obviously, but if you take them down regularly you'll flood the market. There's other airborne wildlife that most people don't bother, though - I can suggest a particular book if you want to take up hunting, and you can prowl bookstores for it. Unless this town has a library? Not all of them do."
Nick's squid buyer arrives. She looks rich, given the very fancy-looking clothes and the guards. Squid tentacles are hauled out. Money changes hands. After being excruciatingly polite until the rich lady leaves, Nick comes over to give Loki a small pile of coins - mostly wooden, but with a few copper squares and one small silver circle. He explains which coins are what denominations. "I'll be here for a couple of weeks fixing my ship, if you want to talk to someone who's less than a total stranger. Other than that, I think this is where we part ways. Good luck in all your ventures, Loki."