
After spending a good week fumbling about out in the wilds of the world Saturn was pleasantly surprised to see people. Though they weren’t exactly thrilled to see him for some reason. It was likely because of his massive stature and threatening magical aura. Something so intense some folks practically ran from just that and left Saturn standing there blinking owlishly and making him sigh a bit. He had gotten the hang of waving at people from afar and them waving back; proving that he wasn’t a threat. Sure some folks flinched and his grasp on the languages they spoke were mediocre at best. They used some kind of communication that sounded like grunts and used their tongue to make sounds. It was very frustrating at the moment due to him really only understanding one's music. He had managed to figure out what they had been saying and in his best manner he would relay that information. His style of communication however left a few of them unconscious and the large golden demi-god could only nervously wait around. Making sure they were safe until they regained consciousness. Regular folks didn’t seem to have the capacity to handle the transfer of music to one another; so instead he’d have to fumble about using their languages. Which was all fine and dandy… if he knew how to speak them! Thankfully writing down his music was possible and they seemed to glean what he needed from them. A large log, some rope. A length of metal that was curved with a sharp end on it. Simple supplies; all they asked was for him to help them get their carriage back in town. He didn’t even have an issue pulling it along, hell he was using one hand to deliver them to their location. Getting the goods he had requested and waving them goodbye. Back at the creek he had ‘claimed’ Saturn set his log into the ground, wrapped the rope around the end and worked that end of metal in such a fashion to allow it to ‘stick’ some fishes in their mouths. He didn’t really feel the pang of hunger or the needed to drink and the like. But he liked how this looked from what he had seen before. Sitting on a large rock he’d cast out his rope and wait. No bait was on the end, the rope was so large it was scaring the fishes and the metal was so big that no fish would actually bite on it. It didn’t bother him all too much, he was just relaxing and sunbathing in the afternoon drawl. Singing along with the music he could feel in the air; a very cheery nature and his voice was certainly loud enough where it rolled through the forest. A pleasing tune that further yet enforced his own emotional state. |