Firewater

"Uhh..." Her questions just kept getting weirder and weirder, and Tal's expression screwed up in consternation as he finally had to admit to himself that it was starting to feel like she'd missed a lot more than just a couple of years or even decades. Apparently some of the Ascended had been asleep for most of the Voice's exile as well, so it wasn't entirely unheard of. Just... really disconcerting to encounter. "I mean, Dygra's been asleep an' pretty much gone for... I dunno. As far back as records go," he admitted with a shrug, stealing an uncomfortable glance over at Caelynn as they walked. "She'd been asleep so long that everyone forgot about her 'til she an' her Ancients woke up after th'War. Hundreds o' years, at least. Maybe more?" He cleared his throat self-consciously, looking forward again so he wouldn't have to see if Caelynn started getting woobly-eyed again. "An' yeah, I guess th'Voice became a god or whatever maybe... three hundred years ago?" The origins of that, too, had largely passed out of memory until recent events had dragged the past back into the present by sheer force.

Tal moved quickly through the Burrows, slowing only when Caelynn needed to rummage in her bag. He looked over curiously a couple of times, but when the bag of stones came out his pale eyes sharpened with interest and a bargainer's keen focus. "Hmm... we'll be goin' a lot faster'n a water boat, an' th'wear an' tear on th'sails ain't cheap. Two raw stones an' one polished," he countered confidently.

Boreal, meanwhile, trotted ahead, heavy muzzle swinging back and forth as she scouted for trouble on their path.