Iris was... well disappointed wasn't the right word. She didn't really expect much of these tribes, but there was something disheartening about the way this settlement -if it could even be called a settlement, was laid out. It gave her the impression that conversing with these mortals might be very much like conversing with a squirrel. Though instead of chitters and chirps there were grunts and grumbles given to communicate through.
Even so, she followed Hera. Iris wasn't particularly concerned for their welfare. After all, they both were formidable if they needed to be, especially in Hera's case, and these were just mortals. There was hardly a justifiable threat for either of them here.
At the base of the hill, Iris stopped abruptly as a pungent scent wafted to her nostrils. What was that? It wasn't an excremental smell, that at least she would recognize. “Ugh,” she said without discrimination. There was a sudden sense of dread that whatever the smell was, it was coming from that large hut.
Casting Hera a momentary, “do we have to?” look, Iris sighed and knew they would continue. When her Queen set her mind on something, she wasn't likely to put that aside easily.
Instead of giving any real protest, the Rainbow did as she must and stepped forward, closer to whatever the smell was. It wasn't tanning, as she was thinking it might have been. She was familiar of the scent of a tanner's work. Gods above, she hoped that the stink wasn't something that these people ate. “What do you think this smell is?” She asked quietly.