The time flew by, with Ooga Booga taking stock of rations, even doing some maintenance on his clothes and weapons. He stored all fire dust he could inside the relic and any other type in his empty hunting pouches, even getting to say good morning to Jinn briefly when opening the lamp. Ooga Booga got back to cutting out some dust from the glacier, knowing that alone in the wilderness and his emotions being all over the place, he would be a prime target for both Grimm and 'fellow' tribes. So he had some time to kill, and he knew exactly what to do with it. Ooga Booga estimates later in the afternoon to be safe enough to escape. The blizzard was calming down already, but still too dangerous to go outside. He would have to endure an unwashed but much needed warmer shoe. Its what was laying next to the relic that he needed, the rabbit fur, being the perfect size for wrapping a foot in. His eyes wonder over to the relic, perfectly normal gold colour even after cooking over it with a very bloody rabbit.
He had to cover the foot in cloth and use the shoe to keep it in place, but he didn't want to sacrifice a part of his mammoth hide, knowing how a single hole could compromise its effectiveness. What Ooga Booga also felt, was that his left foot was still exposed to the air, and it was a lot colder than before. Hopefully seeing them in person would have a better reaction, the nature of dreams tend to heighten some emotions while dampening others anyway. When his friends and family communicate, it was hard to feel part of the same group anymore. It left his memories feeling weak, with the emotions it brought up disconnected from the enhanced understanding he now had. He had dreamt of a completely normal home, but it was a bitter sweet thing, having had the old memories blend with the new mind. Ooga Booga woke up from a dream the next day, fully believing reality was stranger than fiction.
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