Since Sah was still standing around looking out at the dark, Tal felt like an idiot sitting at the table by himself. And then there was the ominous strangeness of it all, seeing lights in the sky on LongNight, like someone had lit a Leafchange lantern for him while he was still alive.
It boded, was what it did. And that was never a good thing.
Fuckin' LongNight.
He picked up his glass in the more usual way and joined Sah at the window, shoulders brushing without a second thought in the comforting vulnerability of the one night a year they didn't entirely protect their respective pride behind an armor of denial and rivalry. The earlier playfulness, warm and bright as the leaping fire, had faded to glowing embers as a quiet anxiety rose to take its place; an oppressive chill spreading throughout Tal's chest as he looked out over the roofs of Snowcloak, lively and lit from below by lanterns and torches, and up into the infinite cold nothingness of the void above.
"Th'bracelet wasn't meant to track Safrin, though," Tal said slowly, brow furrowing as he tried to remember the exact words. "It was th'threat itself that makes it glow, I thought." Somehow, hearing that the lights had probably gone past the Draig made him feel a little better. The last thing they needed was something else attacking Caido when the god was still probably healing from the Core's infection. "So... I guess that means she's losin' ground, up there? Somewhere... but if somethin' slipped past her an' made it all th'way here, wouldn't it be glowin' fit t'burn?"
It boded, was what it did. And that was never a good thing.
Fuckin' LongNight.
He picked up his glass in the more usual way and joined Sah at the window, shoulders brushing without a second thought in the comforting vulnerability of the one night a year they didn't entirely protect their respective pride behind an armor of denial and rivalry. The earlier playfulness, warm and bright as the leaping fire, had faded to glowing embers as a quiet anxiety rose to take its place; an oppressive chill spreading throughout Tal's chest as he looked out over the roofs of Snowcloak, lively and lit from below by lanterns and torches, and up into the infinite cold nothingness of the void above.
"Th'bracelet wasn't meant to track Safrin, though," Tal said slowly, brow furrowing as he tried to remember the exact words. "It was th'threat itself that makes it glow, I thought." Somehow, hearing that the lights had probably gone past the Draig made him feel a little better. The last thing they needed was something else attacking Caido when the god was still probably healing from the Core's infection. "So... I guess that means she's losin' ground, up there? Somewhere... but if somethin' slipped past her an' made it all th'way here, wouldn't it be glowin' fit t'burn?"
