"Nature Frey's pretty practical," Tal said with the satisfaction of a man who appreciated practicality in his gods just as much as beauty and awe. It might explain his tumultuous relationship with the whimsical Ludo, when it came down to it. That, and the deity's glee in assigning Tal tasks that resulted in bruises. "An' since I'm not much good at a close-in fight, they made it so I could cut things from further away."
The courier no longer looked like a scrawny stick of a man; his shoulders had broadened and lean muscles had filled in the hollowed-out areas he'd held onto out of adolescence in Halo's harsh environment, but he still carried himself like he didn't know his own strength, or at the very least didn't trust it.
Koa, now, had a body that could inspire all sorts of things, and Tal didn't look like he minded at all when the Dragoon flexed again before the tone dipped. He still looked sheepish, finally able to rub his neck when Koa spoke of the intimacy of the weapons they wielded. Tal had been trying to be as un-intimate as possible with his own little blade, though it would do both close and long range. He went for a silent nod of agreement, hoping he looked worldly and wise and not vaguely ashamed of his fear of getting hit.
Luckily Koa was quick to lighten things back up with an innuendo - or was that just Tal's dirty thoughts? - and the courier slid his dagger back into its sheath with satisfaction at a job well done. "Sure! It'll be excitin', at least." Possibly comical, sure, but with Koa involved he had tentative hopes that it would at least be fun.
Less exciting and more concerning was Safrin's continued absence from Caido, and Tal nodded again, this time in unenthusiastic agreement with the words of priests. "Yeah... well..." He gave an uncomfortable shrug, then perked up at Ronin's name. "First time I met 'im was in the kitchen below the Tower. Him an' Sugar. So does he outrank you?" the courier asked teasingly. "On account o' seniority an' all?" Aside from the whole demigod thing, of course!
The courier no longer looked like a scrawny stick of a man; his shoulders had broadened and lean muscles had filled in the hollowed-out areas he'd held onto out of adolescence in Halo's harsh environment, but he still carried himself like he didn't know his own strength, or at the very least didn't trust it.
Koa, now, had a body that could inspire all sorts of things, and Tal didn't look like he minded at all when the Dragoon flexed again before the tone dipped. He still looked sheepish, finally able to rub his neck when Koa spoke of the intimacy of the weapons they wielded. Tal had been trying to be as un-intimate as possible with his own little blade, though it would do both close and long range. He went for a silent nod of agreement, hoping he looked worldly and wise and not vaguely ashamed of his fear of getting hit.
Luckily Koa was quick to lighten things back up with an innuendo - or was that just Tal's dirty thoughts? - and the courier slid his dagger back into its sheath with satisfaction at a job well done. "Sure! It'll be excitin', at least." Possibly comical, sure, but with Koa involved he had tentative hopes that it would at least be fun.
Less exciting and more concerning was Safrin's continued absence from Caido, and Tal nodded again, this time in unenthusiastic agreement with the words of priests. "Yeah... well..." He gave an uncomfortable shrug, then perked up at Ronin's name. "First time I met 'im was in the kitchen below the Tower. Him an' Sugar. So does he outrank you?" the courier asked teasingly. "On account o' seniority an' all?" Aside from the whole demigod thing, of course!
