Tal nodded slowly in agreement. He was a big fan of not messing with shit that could have been avoided. Even when he didn't mess with stuff like that it seemed to find him anyways, so why go out of his way and make it easier on the universe? Except maybe this was something too important not to fuck around with. Sure, they'd probably find out... but someone had to. And if he was lucky, maybe they'd also find out some answers or a cure or a shield or something.
He pushed a slender tangle of roots out of his face, glaring at them in distaste as they rattled around his hand like the legs of a giant spider and quickly ducked past them. Boreal caroled from below, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching from beneath in a skyboat as she circled lazily along, pacing them but less wary of Tal slipping now that they were heading back and taking the time to do so carefully, instead of racing blindly after a thieving void vulture.
Of course, just bothering the leaders wasn't going to be enough. They were busy enough as it was, rebuilding and fortifying their lands. So it made sense that the really dangerous stuff would have to be done by someone else, when Tal thought about Maea's logic. He couldn't help but sweat at the memory of what some of his previous encounters with the void flowers had done to him: the nightmares, the fear, the hallucinations. "Well, they're definitely weak t'fire," he said slowly. "Boreal's burned some of'em up before. An' they've always gone down after bein' hit with my Dagger. So... I dunno about that lady Remi ran into, but the little non-people stuff, at least, doesn't seem any stronger'n th'originals. Figurin' out how it spreads, though... yeah. That's probably real important."
He frowned, brows pulling together like little stormclouds over his eyes as he considered another avenue. "...Guess we c'n hit th'collegium after this," he said reluctantly. "See if people've been leavin' reports about meetin' with th'void shit. Save ourselves from reinventin' th'ski, maybe." At least they'd only have to look back at the past two seasons of new arrivals, and not try to tackle the whole damn library!
He pushed a slender tangle of roots out of his face, glaring at them in distaste as they rattled around his hand like the legs of a giant spider and quickly ducked past them. Boreal caroled from below, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching from beneath in a skyboat as she circled lazily along, pacing them but less wary of Tal slipping now that they were heading back and taking the time to do so carefully, instead of racing blindly after a thieving void vulture.
Of course, just bothering the leaders wasn't going to be enough. They were busy enough as it was, rebuilding and fortifying their lands. So it made sense that the really dangerous stuff would have to be done by someone else, when Tal thought about Maea's logic. He couldn't help but sweat at the memory of what some of his previous encounters with the void flowers had done to him: the nightmares, the fear, the hallucinations. "Well, they're definitely weak t'fire," he said slowly. "Boreal's burned some of'em up before. An' they've always gone down after bein' hit with my Dagger. So... I dunno about that lady Remi ran into, but the little non-people stuff, at least, doesn't seem any stronger'n th'originals. Figurin' out how it spreads, though... yeah. That's probably real important."
He frowned, brows pulling together like little stormclouds over his eyes as he considered another avenue. "...Guess we c'n hit th'collegium after this," he said reluctantly. "See if people've been leavin' reports about meetin' with th'void shit. Save ourselves from reinventin' th'ski, maybe." At least they'd only have to look back at the past two seasons of new arrivals, and not try to tackle the whole damn library!
