"Geese?" Combeferre tilts his head: and there, a faint honking. "I'm not sure. They exist in many places around the world, perhaps not impossible to imagine them here." He pauses. "As I can't see them, and only heard them for a moment, I can't really be certain that they are geese and not, in fact, some other native bird species."
The insects around them are becoming insufferable, Combeferre decides. Even with a shirt on they are alighting (and biting) on all available bits of exposed skin. He wishes he had insect repellent, or citronella, or something on him. And as brightly coloured as some of the insects are, Combeferre well knows that many times, the vivid colouring is nothing more than a warning to larger, predatory beasts to stay away or be poisoned. He hopes that they're no worse than the mosquitoes and biting flies back home; and he hopes doubly that the many immunizations and preventive medications taken before the trip worked their magic the way they were supposed to. Sighing, he looks at the girl.
"Well, if you know where our friends are, then you know more than we do, so why not."
He glances first at Courfeyrac, then Bahorel. "I don't know if it's a trap or not, but it's worth seeing this through, just on the chance that we find Enjolras and Grantaire at the end of this trail." He spoke softly, intending only his friends should hear. Not that he was sure the girl understood the language he spoke. Combeferre does feel the apprehension that seems to hide behind his friends' expressions, but they are, after all, in very unfamiliar and dangerous territory.
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The insects around them are becoming insufferable, Combeferre decides. Even with a shirt on they are alighting (and biting) on all available bits of exposed skin. He wishes he had insect repellent, or citronella, or something on him. And as brightly coloured as some of the insects are, Combeferre well knows that many times, the vivid colouring is nothing more than a warning to larger, predatory beasts to stay away or be poisoned. He hopes that they're no worse than the mosquitoes and biting flies back home; and he hopes doubly that the many immunizations and preventive medications taken before the trip worked their magic the way they were supposed to. Sighing, he looks at the girl.
"Well, if you know where our friends are, then you know more than we do, so why not."
He glances first at Courfeyrac, then Bahorel. "I don't know if it's a trap or not, but it's worth seeing this through, just on the chance that we find Enjolras and Grantaire at the end of this trail." He spoke softly, intending only his friends should hear. Not that he was sure the girl understood the language he spoke. Combeferre does feel the apprehension that seems to hide behind his friends' expressions, but they are, after all, in very unfamiliar and dangerous territory.