Neither shores nor docks were needed for the Peregrine, luckily for Tal. The larger passenger ships couldn't land in the Climb, or any place without a proper skyport or dock, but the smaller personal skyboats could flit around in much rougher terrain, more agile than their larger brethren, even if they were slower. There weren't many of them; the magic that went into creating skyships was extremely powerful and generally from a deity's blessing, not usually accessible to individuals.
But there were exceptions, especially among Accepted.
It was out of the Burrows and onto the Crust that Boreal and Tal led them. The lava flows were different in their specifics but similar to what Caelynn had once known at the same time, and in the middle of the region it was hard to see much of the changes that time had wrought. Although the mountain range to the north, though it had once been largely obscured by the ash that choked the air, was no longer visible at all.
Not that they were making much progress. Not with how Tal had stopped in surprise at Caelynn's situation, and though her giggle was far from reassuring her reaction to the Void beasties was both reasonable and appropriate, in Tal's opinion.
"Uh... no, Stormbreak's been affected th'least," Tal said slowly, nose scrunching up in thought. "I mean... since it's floatin' now, an' all." Another recent update from the War. None of Caido's landmasses had previously floated, although that had changed three years ago. He hesitated and then began to walk with her again as they spoke, letting Boreal show them the way from a few paces ahead. A look over at the Ancient showed those awkward emotions flitting over her expression again and Tal grimaced, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck and smearing some falling ash over his brown skin before he looked away to give her what privacy he could even as she hid her face from him.
"Um. I guess I can... mebbe start? There's maps on th'Peregrine, leastwise. An' I can try t'fill you in... more or less. On recent stuff. Never was much good at history, 'specially outside o'Halo," he admitted grudgingly. "Uh. Where d'you want me t'start?"
But there were exceptions, especially among Accepted.
It was out of the Burrows and onto the Crust that Boreal and Tal led them. The lava flows were different in their specifics but similar to what Caelynn had once known at the same time, and in the middle of the region it was hard to see much of the changes that time had wrought. Although the mountain range to the north, though it had once been largely obscured by the ash that choked the air, was no longer visible at all.
Not that they were making much progress. Not with how Tal had stopped in surprise at Caelynn's situation, and though her giggle was far from reassuring her reaction to the Void beasties was both reasonable and appropriate, in Tal's opinion.
"Uh... no, Stormbreak's been affected th'least," Tal said slowly, nose scrunching up in thought. "I mean... since it's floatin' now, an' all." Another recent update from the War. None of Caido's landmasses had previously floated, although that had changed three years ago. He hesitated and then began to walk with her again as they spoke, letting Boreal show them the way from a few paces ahead. A look over at the Ancient showed those awkward emotions flitting over her expression again and Tal grimaced, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck and smearing some falling ash over his brown skin before he looked away to give her what privacy he could even as she hid her face from him.
"Um. I guess I can... mebbe start? There's maps on th'Peregrine, leastwise. An' I can try t'fill you in... more or less. On recent stuff. Never was much good at history, 'specially outside o'Halo," he admitted grudgingly. "Uh. Where d'you want me t'start?"
