The nice thing about the Peregrine was that when the ground was shitty, the trim little skyboat was still safe as houses a dozen feet or more above it.
The shitty thing about the Greatwood was that the trees were a whole lot taller than that.
Tal maneuvered the Peregrine grimly down in Remi's wake, for some reason not in any hurry to race the Bastion towards the writhing tentacle-vines below. A sturdy bracelet around his wrist held the little charm that had brought him here today, conveniently close to hand in case he had the unfortunate opportunity to brush it against anything voidy, but he was already realizing just what a difficult task Safrin had set him.
"Ugh. Is the Shrine still okay?" he called down, wrestling the tiller with one hand and tugging on a rope he'd jury-rigged to allow him to furl the mainsail one-handed so he could keep his precious ship under control and as far from the grasping branches of the trees as he could manage while he brought her under the dying canopy.
The shitty thing about the Greatwood was that the trees were a whole lot taller than that.
Tal maneuvered the Peregrine grimly down in Remi's wake, for some reason not in any hurry to race the Bastion towards the writhing tentacle-vines below. A sturdy bracelet around his wrist held the little charm that had brought him here today, conveniently close to hand in case he had the unfortunate opportunity to brush it against anything voidy, but he was already realizing just what a difficult task Safrin had set him.
"Ugh. Is the Shrine still okay?" he called down, wrestling the tiller with one hand and tugging on a rope he'd jury-rigged to allow him to furl the mainsail one-handed so he could keep his precious ship under control and as far from the grasping branches of the trees as he could manage while he brought her under the dying canopy.
