"Huh. Breezes..." Tal mused, still wrapping his head around wanting breezes. In a house, not a boat. But then, again, he hated being too hot even more than he hated being too cold, so... "Windows it is!" He followed her pencil to the next spot on the second floor and nodded easily. "Two fireplaces," he said firmly. "One for th'main room, an' a smaller one in the bedroom. In fact..." He reached over to flip the page so he could point at their shop spaces. "We'll want 'em down here, too. Can build chimneys on opposite sides o' th'house, though, an' have the first an' second floor share a flue, see?" He grinned at Alys ruefully. "We've done our share o' fixin' those up with th'courier stations already!"
Her question on bedrooms had him wrinkling his nose, not relishing the idea of company, but when she suggested a single extra he nodded, if a touch reluctantly. "Mmm... yeah, one, I guess. For Sah, I s'pose." Ru was already there, and he couldn't imagine Noah spending the night away from his family when he could teleport.
The thought of Deimos or Evie under their roof didn't even occur to him, which was probably for the best.
They were in accord on staying outside the Refuge's weird anti-magic field, and he nodded agreement at having more space, relaxing as well. His claustrophobia wasn't as bad as it used to be, but he still hated feeling boxed in. Then he asked about the gods and their gifts, and he nodded again, mere vehemently, in agreement at getting her some armor. "For dodgin', that might be more like... I dunno. A piece o' jewelry?" he hazarded a guess. "Armor's more for blockin' hits than dodgin' 'em. Usually, at least." Then he shrugged. "Though with gods an' magic I guess it's whatever y'want it t'be. Th'form an' th'function don't gotta match up."
Her question on bedrooms had him wrinkling his nose, not relishing the idea of company, but when she suggested a single extra he nodded, if a touch reluctantly. "Mmm... yeah, one, I guess. For Sah, I s'pose." Ru was already there, and he couldn't imagine Noah spending the night away from his family when he could teleport.
The thought of Deimos or Evie under their roof didn't even occur to him, which was probably for the best.
They were in accord on staying outside the Refuge's weird anti-magic field, and he nodded agreement at having more space, relaxing as well. His claustrophobia wasn't as bad as it used to be, but he still hated feeling boxed in. Then he asked about the gods and their gifts, and he nodded again, mere vehemently, in agreement at getting her some armor. "For dodgin', that might be more like... I dunno. A piece o' jewelry?" he hazarded a guess. "Armor's more for blockin' hits than dodgin' 'em. Usually, at least." Then he shrugged. "Though with gods an' magic I guess it's whatever y'want it t'be. Th'form an' th'function don't gotta match up."
