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No community is entirely without things to learn, but Leshy has been getting bored nonetheless; not much is happening. So he bids his temporary neighbors goodbye and heads out along the road. It looks like the sky clears out ahead - savanna, he was told. He heard the name Iabeltha, but not many details.
So he walks on alone, watching the surroundings, pinecone sewn into a bag around his neck. And waits for someone to call to him or something.
"Oh, I'd like foreign novels or something only I imagine it'd be tedious to read us a whole book."
"Quilt patterns!" says the sister. "I'm bored of squares."
"Quilt patterns I can do. Novels I'll think about it, there's at least some good poetic stories that benefit from being read aloud." He flips a few more pages. "Here's some good ones. I like the sunburst design on these, and the trees. Maybe Iabeltha would as well."
"Oh, Iabeltha gets my fabric scraps, she likes offcuts," says the sister, peering at the patterns and grabbing her fabric chalk to copy one down onto a bit of muslin. "Efficiency!"
"I suppose that would be efficient. Clever of her." If it works as 'food' for a god, which he suppose it must. The effort of quilting going into the scraps as much as the squares, probably? He scratches some shorthand notes into his book before he turns the next page.
"Mm-hm. Did you bring her something?" ask the original farm lady, who still seems the most talkative of the bunch even now that a few others have interjected. "I've heard that's good practice if you're traveling, to bring things for the gods you pass through."
"I have some trinkets I've picked up traveling as gifts, but I get the sense I should probably start with a map of the territories a little ways beyond her sight."
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