Kush Clan Plantations (Farmland)

Enigma contemplated ducking down to hide his view from them once Tommy spotted him, his mind remembering what happened to him when he had crossed into Gauldin's lands. There did not seem to be any airshups shooting ballistae at him here though, so perhaps it was safe to approach these individuals. The giant still unsettled him a bit, with just its sheer size. Soon the giant would turn and spot him as well as he drew closer.

Enigma's multi-colored eyes, one icy blue and one brown would, would widen in a momentary terror at the creature. This was only an instinctive reaction however, and Enigma had been able to control his impulses better recently at least so it did not amount to anything more than a couple ticks of nervousness. After all, he had approached the giant, and the giant seemed friendly enough with his normal-sized friends.

Enigma wouldn't say anything at first when he approached, he didn't really know what to say. However, Tommy would catch his attention and he would stare at the creature curiously. 

     Haile looks at the newcomer and ponders for a bit.  Would it be rude to say anything?  This is Clio's plantation, right?  He looks over his shoulder, taking in the cannabis fields and the nearby house.  Yes, this is definitely Clio's place.  Shouldn't she say something to her guest?

     Tommy certainly doesn't think its rude.  It's already yapping at the man in the field.  Maybe it isn't inappropriate for the giant to speak.  He'd have to really think hard about it to figure it all out.  No time for that now.  Now, Haile realizes, is a time for action.

     Yet it takes some moments for that realization to translate into any actual motion.  He focuses his attention on he less-than-talkative stranger, staring at him for a bit.  Finally, Haile takes the half-finished spliff from his lips and says, "hello.  What brings you here?"

Enigma would lean backwards slightly a somewhat confused and nervous expression on his face as he looked at Tommy. He was momentarily distracted, but would recover a moment later, looking up at the giant who seemed to be smoking something. 

"Nothing brought me here... I stumbled upon you by accident. What is this place called? Are you the owner of these fields?" Enigma asked. He really did not have much of an idea of where he was as far as names went. All he knew was he was on farmlands.

"Hi, I'm Clio of the Kush, I own this plantation. You're in the Land Tiller's State, specifically the Kush Clan farming fields." Clio steps forward and tells the man where he currently was. "Where do you come from, stranger?"

"Where do I come from?"

Enigma seemed to struggle with this question for a bit. He didn't know where he came from originally, but he knew where he had been.

"I came from Gauldin..." his voice would trail off as he watched Tommy excitedly speak and then chase his tail around. Enigma's stare would be quite intense, and his body would seem to tense up ever so slightly, if only for a moment. After a bit though he would speak again,

"I should probably go... is there anywhere I can stay? I do not have any money."

     The brief moments of this conversation with the stranger seem to stretch on for days.  Haile gets distracted sometimes, his mind drifting about like smoke for what feels like ages, only to find that mere seconds have passed.  How many lifetimes has he lived in that intoxicating dream world?  The giant doesn't know.

     But now is not the time to contemplate the age of his own mind.  The stranger is what he should be paying attention to.  Was it rude of the stranger to not introduce himself?  Clio and Tommy did.  Did Haile?  He tries to remember what he may have said to the stranger.  Unfortunately, he can't remember whether or not he said anything at all.  Best to be quiet, then, so as not to cause embarrassment by repeating himself.

     Haile takes a final drag on his spliff, the tiny thing between his two fingers now almost complete burnt away.  He exhales a cloud of smoke and continues to look at the newcomer with eyes slightly red.  He's homeless, is he?  Clio is right about the Celadine Hills. They welcome foreigners there. Even Gauldish ones.  It's a bit far to walk there, though, if he needs a place to stay tonight.  How far away is it?  Haile has to think about that...

"Tommy!! Down! " Clio jolts into action and tries to get a hold of him, he was getting too hyper. After a bit of grabbing a at Tommy, trying to apprehend him, she finally grabs for the scruff of his neck. "Behave!"

     Haile finds it extremely odd that Tommy hangs from his pipe.  Considering he had been smoking a rolled up spliff this entire time he is unsure how his pipe made it out of his sack.  Maybe he absentmindedly pulled it out when putting things away.  Another one of life's mysteries.

     The giant gently shakes the pet person from his empty pipe before putting it away.  The pipe, not Tommy.  "No more smoke," he says as Clio grabs Tommy by the neck.  He had saved his last spliff for this final walk home knowing that he'd have more once he got there.  Sadly, this means he has none to share.

     Clio and Tommy's antics are getting to rapid for Haile to follow so he turns his attention back to the stranger.  What is he doing here?  He just shows up and says hardly a thing.  He makes like he wants to go but doesn't actually leave.  And he doesn't have any reason for being here in the Kush Clan lands.  Does he?  Did he say that he had a reason when Haile was distracted.  That could have happened.

     All this business with the newcomer is distracting the giant.  He needs to look further into the notebooks and letters he recently inherited.  Something about that jar troubles him but he can't figure out what.  Back in his burrow in the woods he's got some medicinal mushrooms that help him think.  He ought to bet getting back there soon.

Clio let go of Tommy, "okay Tommy, just calm down. I'm not trying to hurt you, I just wanted you to chill."

Clio moves to another side to look at Tommy face to face, "You okay?"