> > >>> Woof sticks his head out the hatch and spies Ricardo. "Ricardo! > > >>> I'm doing that research paper on the Hootish! Ask him where > > >>> they are!" > > >> > > >> Ricardo rolls his eyes. "Our steward and his correspondence > > >> courses. Sociology it is, this time." He shrugs. "Still as > > >> hobbies go it's nice, quiet and it doesn't involve noxious > > >> chemicals or explosives. He wants to visit a local Hootish > > >> community. Are they ok with visitors? I assure you he's > > >> harmless." > > > > > > Mitwell chuckles saying to Ricardo, "Sounds like many a boffin I've > > > run into over the years." > > > > > > Then he calls out to Woof, "You'll have to go a ways to find the > > > Hootish. Their main colony is on the southern continent, a couple > > > of thousand klicks from here. There are a few small farming > > > communities east of here, but just a few. If you want the real > > > Hootish experience, you'll have to head south. I promised to play > > > tour guide for some folks on the /Blue Rain/, if you want to come > > > along I'm sure you'd be welcome." > > > > "That would be wonderful, Sir!" he calls. "The rearing of children > > in the Hootish community as opposed to the rearin' of cubs in the > > vargr pack. Well behaved vs Natural selection and pecking order. > > When are you going, and do I need to make arrangements to meet with > > children?" > >"Tomorrow, I expect." Mitwell says, "It'll depend on the folks over on >the /Blue Rain/. They're the ones that were setting it up. I think they >are looking for cargo, not science." "I see!" he says. >"And I don't know about meeting with children." he says, "You'll have to >speak to an Elder to get permission, and then speak to one of the >village Creche Mothers. They raise all their young'uns in communally, >you know." "I did know that. They keep in the Hooters...or is that just the young women? I'll check with the folks from the /Blue Rain/ then. Which ship is she?" he asks the captain. Woof Schultz
