Sign Language
Muttering a vague excuse, I slink away from the kiosk, empty-handed but for the useless trinket that I made. – What a beginning to the week! Now I am wondering if I should just return to Asgard and bear the festivities and all that come from such.
But then, I must bear Thor’s increased rambunctiousness, also….
Well, come to think of it again, trying to survive here might not be a bad choice. I might find somebody who would trade this trinket with some Midgardian currency. And then I could get a hearty drink to slake my thirst and hunger and this overbearing heat, and–.
“Oomph!”
I blink. The person – a young woman – whom I have just bumped into also blink.
And then she raises a fist.
I brace myself and ready a counter-attack, just in case.
Then she… rotates the fist before her sternum… as if about to cast an area spell… or in hunting or military signage….
But I feel no foreign seiðr touching my surroundings.
Then, why would she not just speak? We are facing each other, after all, and this is not a stealth mission by any definition!
Worse, she seems to expect me to… reciprocate?