As they worked on their tasks, conversation flowed and while it wasn't the rousing support that Tal was kind of hoping for, it wasn't an immediate rejection of his idea, either. He held his breath while he finished sweeping the dust in the common room into a pile that was easy to collect, and it kept him from answering Kiada immediately. By the time he had breath again, Maea was adding her reservations and he was glad he'd waited before opening his big mouth.
"I'll take th'shelves," he offered, with a wry grin towards Maea at the memory of their last venture together in the Atheneum. "Dunno where t'get t'other stuff from anyways." He headed for the Archive first, raising his voice so the ladies could hear him from whatever rooms they ended up in. Starting to check the shelves in there for stability gave him a chance to try and organize his thoughts, anyways.
"Didn't realize there weren't any non-Ancients here anymore," he admitted first to Kiada, before wading forward with all the charm and tact of a whale belly-flopping onto a china shop. "But, I mean... No one's gonna make you pray at it if y'don't want to. But d'y'not want anyone else livin' here? Or is it gonna be only Dygra followers?" Back to the segregation of the War, and the 'us vs. them' mentalities all over again; a thought that had the courier's dark brows beetling together in concern.
He shook his head, trying to clear it as he started wiping the shelves down and calling back to Maea. "Dunno about movin' here, but I've been here on work a lot lately. An' t'be fair, I'm half-nomadic as it is, deliverin' all over Caido all th'time. It's just... comfortin', havin' a place I can pray when I'm out on a run." He chewed his lip fiercely before he drew a deep breath and admitted: "I know it's pretty selfish o' me. But I don't think I'm th'only one who feels that way. I guess... it depends on what kind o' place y'want th'Grounds t'be?"
Tal chooses shelf duty and wrestles with difficult theological concepts!
"I'll take th'shelves," he offered, with a wry grin towards Maea at the memory of their last venture together in the Atheneum. "Dunno where t'get t'other stuff from anyways." He headed for the Archive first, raising his voice so the ladies could hear him from whatever rooms they ended up in. Starting to check the shelves in there for stability gave him a chance to try and organize his thoughts, anyways.
"Didn't realize there weren't any non-Ancients here anymore," he admitted first to Kiada, before wading forward with all the charm and tact of a whale belly-flopping onto a china shop. "But, I mean... No one's gonna make you pray at it if y'don't want to. But d'y'not want anyone else livin' here? Or is it gonna be only Dygra followers?" Back to the segregation of the War, and the 'us vs. them' mentalities all over again; a thought that had the courier's dark brows beetling together in concern.
He shook his head, trying to clear it as he started wiping the shelves down and calling back to Maea. "Dunno about movin' here, but I've been here on work a lot lately. An' t'be fair, I'm half-nomadic as it is, deliverin' all over Caido all th'time. It's just... comfortin', havin' a place I can pray when I'm out on a run." He chewed his lip fiercely before he drew a deep breath and admitted: "I know it's pretty selfish o' me. But I don't think I'm th'only one who feels that way. I guess... it depends on what kind o' place y'want th'Grounds t'be?"
Tal chooses shelf duty and wrestles with difficult theological concepts!
