Re: Episode 8-3: On the Road Again
The shaman accepted the meat and set to adding it to the fixings. "There are not so many to be caught...mostly, we eat caribou. God's deer, yes? Not the people's." In clarification, he added: "-the Russians do not understand they have a different soul, these animals: they are different, though they have the same shape. You cannot milk the caribou!"
He frowned slightly, watching what he was doing. "Other animals, we eat...fresh fish in summer, when the water moves...berries, cedar nuts, good things. My friend that was from Finland, who came to look at all the rocks, he ate some of a Lifter corpse. Ha! Ha, he said it tasted like boots! Russian boots, I was laughing that he wanted to eat it, that has been in the ever-ice since the Flood!"
He grinned. "It is mostly caribou we eat, though." The shaman gave Korpi a sliver speared on the tip of his small knife; she took it carefully, not touching the cooking implement. Sky Dog watched her reaction carefully and adjusted the seasoning a little.
"-It is the first shape the male shamán learns to take with his soul, to go to the Lady of the Forest and please her, that she is fertile and there are enough caribou to eat," he mentioned in the manner of one describing the climate, then looked to Shotgun. "Do you bring a plate?"