He nodded though he did not agree and felt a lopsided smile stretch his features. “Mayhaps it is not in your eyes, Lady Summer, but when one has seen nothing but cave and snow for centuries even this mere section of your world is a thing of beauty.” He gave the area one more look-about and then nodded again, eyes on her now. “I am ready. Lead and I shall follow.”
Ducking through the trees led them to a path, which after some winding led them to the street. Summer took her time, letting her hand hang in Fenrir’s and commenting on particular things as they passed through Central Park. “Just cut me off if you have a question,” she said, once.
Once to the street, a few steps along revealed a smart burgundy-and-black convertible, top off. “In with you! Have you got any preferences for clothes style?”
He was pulled from his curious head-swiveling by Summer’s voice. “I shall do so.” He replied, though he already had enough questions to try the patience of the being the mortals referred to as ‘the Buddha’. They continued walking for a time before Fenrir was brought before some form of very small, metal-and-glass house. No, it was on wheels. But there were seats in it. Some form of strange cart? His brows knotted together, and he scratched his chin at the odd thing. He gave her a surprised look. “In that? What is this thing?” The marvel was not absent from his tone. “Uh… I know nothing of Midgardian fashion, so I suppose I do not. Mayhaps you would be so kind as to help me with that as well?” He asked with a tinge of sheepishness.
“This is a car. Humans have spread out so far we need mechanical assistance to travel from place to place quickly, and magic … isn’t really acceptable here.” Reaching in, she popped the door open and scrambled awkwardly across the gearstick to the driver’s seat. “It won’t hurt you; she just makes a big noise.” Summer petted the steering wheel. “She’s a good girl, my Lypiphera. We’ll just go really simple on the fashion, then: jeans and tee shirts. Target.” She smiled at Fenrir. “It’s overwhelming, I know. Even for me, the big city is scary.” Gently, she pushed a feeling of welcome and safety at Fenrir.
He nodded, accepting her responses. He hesitantly climbed into the passenger seat of her car, feeling odd somehow as he sat on the leather seats. The interior was cluttered with a variety of things Fenrir did not understand. Midgardians had complex means of transportation. What ever happened to chariots and goats? “She? This car is a female?” Named Lypiphera, apparently. He nodded again, not really knowing what ‘jeans’ and ‘t-shirts’ were, but willing to act like he did. “Alright, that sounds nice.” He suddenly felt much more at ease, though, and even settled back into his seat. Perhaps he was getting used to the big city after all.
Carefully pulling out into the ever-present New York traffic, Summer laughed a little. “It’s a human tradition to, hmm, personalise many of the inanimate things around them. Especially vehicles. Interestingly, the gender is usually female.” She threw a swift glance at Fenrir, admiring his profile as he gazed around in wonder, and let silence fall for the rest of the short drive.