Tal watched Maea's plunge with bemusement, sitting safe and dry on the big rock. Well, safe and damp thanks to Boreal, but in the process of drying. At least being near the water didn't freak him out as much as it used to since Sohalia had taught him how to swim. Which was something he probably needed to practice again, so he didn't forget how it worked...
But Maea had emerged from the water, unscathed and victorious, and Tal grinned at her triumph. "Y'sure did! Bare-handed, too!" Which looked even harder than the usual method of fishing, though he didn't have much experience either way. It was the sort of thing he usually left to Boreal, who'd taken to unfrozen water like a... well, like a fish.
He'd heard that raw fish was eaten in Torchline, but this was the first time he'd seen it. His nose wrinkled as he imagined how cold and slimy it probably tasted, and then he snorted as Maea apparently felt the same way. "Sure," he replied easily, shifting to fish around in his Bag for his fire striker and flint to make a few sparks with.
His dark brows lifted towards his hairline at hearing of Maea's promotion and his grin widened. "Hey, congrats! Does that mean y'get to sail around Caido drinkin' fancy grape juice an' eatin' cucumber sandwiches with th'big wigs?" That was probably what an ambassador mostly did, right? The rest washed over him in a wave of her enthusiasm and he listened curiously to all of the other things she'd been up to, until she mentioned Dygra.
"Yeah? I'm glad it's workin' out for you. Did y'ask her for anythin'?" he asked curiously. That was usually how his prayers went, at least.
But Maea had emerged from the water, unscathed and victorious, and Tal grinned at her triumph. "Y'sure did! Bare-handed, too!" Which looked even harder than the usual method of fishing, though he didn't have much experience either way. It was the sort of thing he usually left to Boreal, who'd taken to unfrozen water like a... well, like a fish.
He'd heard that raw fish was eaten in Torchline, but this was the first time he'd seen it. His nose wrinkled as he imagined how cold and slimy it probably tasted, and then he snorted as Maea apparently felt the same way. "Sure," he replied easily, shifting to fish around in his Bag for his fire striker and flint to make a few sparks with.
His dark brows lifted towards his hairline at hearing of Maea's promotion and his grin widened. "Hey, congrats! Does that mean y'get to sail around Caido drinkin' fancy grape juice an' eatin' cucumber sandwiches with th'big wigs?" That was probably what an ambassador mostly did, right? The rest washed over him in a wave of her enthusiasm and he listened curiously to all of the other things she'd been up to, until she mentioned Dygra.
"Yeah? I'm glad it's workin' out for you. Did y'ask her for anythin'?" he asked curiously. That was usually how his prayers went, at least.
