"A giant pool of molten metal?" Therein definitely lies a tale, Furiosa is convinced. "That sounds risky as hell."
Both women blink at the offer of food, clearly surprised by the generosity, but they both accept, and don't ask what kind of meat it is, nibbling at it trustingly. "Boys're making bean mash and sorghum," Furiosa tells him with a smile. "You'll get a share when it's ready. But thanks."
"No worries about the cat," Gale says. "They're in high demand with us. Keep pests out of the granaries. We've only got a dozen now, no one's going to kill and eat one. Might try to catch it to keep, is all."
And that, of course, begs a few explanations regarding just how bleak and dangerous a world Fjord has fallen into. Gale and the War Boys come and go with food and drink, but Furiosa sits with him and talks about the Wasteland, the Road War, and her quest to revive the Green Place. With no real magic to speak of and just basic, practical landforming techniques, it's hugely ambitious, but then so was the plan to defeat Immortan Joe, and it panned out quite well.
Salvage is gathered in time, and after a night at camp, the caravan turns. Fjord is invited to ride in the Rig with Furiosa, and he's welcome to sit in the cab with her, but the War Boys are also friendly and willing to teach him to perch on the back of the moving vehicle as they go. Handholds there are small, except for next to the guns and the crane arms, but they're careful not to let him fall.
The swamp that was once the Green Place is eerie. The Crows are a strange people; they speak in hoarse whispers and watch the skies obsessively for prey, but it's very obvious they're grateful to him for his intervention on their behalf. Before the caravan leaves for the Citadel, he's given a bracelet of braided leather with feathers and bone woven between the strands.
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Date: 2021-03-23 01:10 am (UTC)Both women blink at the offer of food, clearly surprised by the generosity, but they both accept, and don't ask what kind of meat it is, nibbling at it trustingly. "Boys're making bean mash and sorghum," Furiosa tells him with a smile. "You'll get a share when it's ready. But thanks."
"No worries about the cat," Gale says. "They're in high demand with us. Keep pests out of the granaries. We've only got a dozen now, no one's going to kill and eat one. Might try to catch it to keep, is all."
And that, of course, begs a few explanations regarding just how bleak and dangerous a world Fjord has fallen into. Gale and the War Boys come and go with food and drink, but Furiosa sits with him and talks about the Wasteland, the Road War, and her quest to revive the Green Place. With no real magic to speak of and just basic, practical landforming techniques, it's hugely ambitious, but then so was the plan to defeat Immortan Joe, and it panned out quite well.
Salvage is gathered in time, and after a night at camp, the caravan turns. Fjord is invited to ride in the Rig with Furiosa, and he's welcome to sit in the cab with her, but the War Boys are also friendly and willing to teach him to perch on the back of the moving vehicle as they go. Handholds there are small, except for next to the guns and the crane arms, but they're careful not to let him fall.
The swamp that was once the Green Place is eerie. The Crows are a strange people; they speak in hoarse whispers and watch the skies obsessively for prey, but it's very obvious they're grateful to him for his intervention on their behalf. Before the caravan leaves for the Citadel, he's given a bracelet of braided leather with feathers and bone woven between the strands.