Anser had started making a habit of going to her planet.

Encke's encouragement was one of her strongest motivators, admittedly. Being told that paying attention to her planet could possibly make her more like him definitely spurred her on, and it had been what had caused her to return to her planet in the first place. However, after that initial visit with her brother, some of her motivations started to change. It wasn't just that she could become more powerful, really. It wasn't just that she could glow like some kind of super badass superhero.

Something was really cool about a place that theoretically belonged to entirely her.

Especially a place this big.

(Not that she knew how big it was, but it definitely wasn't a puny comet. Kiss her butt, hermano.)

She could do without the bones, and admittedly, every time she found herself walking by a set of them, she winced. That was what she was doing today, attempting to sidestep a terribly large set of bones that she found lying in the middle of a clearing. Unfortunately for Anser, she was fairly sure that just the foot bone she saw was as large as her head. The creatures she saw lying on the ground and the creatures she saw in her memories gave her the heebie-jeebies, sometimes...

She had gathered that Anser, whatever it had been before, was home to a lot of gigantic creatures that felt like they belonged in an episode of Jurassic Park...

It took her about far too long to get around the bones (admittedly, partially because she kept spooking every time she realized just how big the bones of the animal were) but on the other side, she saw something she hadn't managed to run into yet.

... Buildings.

They looked like they had been destroyed with time if they hadn't been kinda destroyed in the first place.

Anser strolled up to one of the buildings, running her hand along where a door might have once stood. Perhaps. It looked like an archway, and the material honestly just reminded her of dried mud, of all things. A mud hut? Anser couldn't help chuckling at the idea of that under her breath, but she pushed on inside, letting her hand drop from the archway as she observed what was beyond.

It was definitely a house of some sort.

A sparse house, unfortunately. There was what looked to be a hammock against one of the walls. There was a table with some chairs in the middle, with some kind of pit off to one of the other sides. Was that where people cooked? Not like she could tell, everything was so old here that there was actually grass growing through the floor. Not that the floor was much. Seemed to be dirt.

Was this how Anserians lived?

She guessed it fit with her memories. There was the whole, uh, hunting bit they were doing. Hadn't history class said hunters tended to be nomads? Or hunter-gatherers existed and had really basic settlements? Maybe that was it?

Anser scrunched her nose.

She wouldn't really want to live like this. She had always wanted to sleep in a hammock, but not like, all the time...

(Don't be rude, Anser. She apparently used to live like this. Probably. Unless her fancy Top Hunter position worked kinda like being a billionaire and she got the best of the mud huts-- no, she doubted it, that didn't seem to fit her own behavior...)

Anser strolled over to the table and attempted to pull one of the chairs out. When she found it rooted to the ground, she let out a small noise of frustration, but easily relented, dropping her hands from the chair and simply leaning over the table. From what she could tell, the table was made of wood. Really old wood. Same kind of wood the trees were made out of, probably, if she could look past the rot in the wood.

This stuff needed to be refinished, bad. Or maybe just remade. Did she know any carpenters?

Hm.

She wondered if Encke knew anyone she could talk to...