Tal hadn't been too fond of the Voice after she'd taken in Neron, and then he'd been pretty pissed at the Ascended in general after the whole Stormbreak attack, but the War was a year and more in the past now and it was easier to let old grudges go when you were on the winning side. He just wrinkled his nose at Sunjata's answer and made sure not to pry further since he was making a determined effort to start fresh with the Flood - and not pick another fight with a regional leader that Hotaru was fond of.
And speak of the devil, but the Warden's name came up a few moments later and Tal's bushy brows rose in surprise. He had to bite his tongue against the question he was dying to ask, wanting to hear the current story even more, and as they walked along, cleaning up debris for recycling, he got all the juicy details.
"Uh... I dunno how t'break this t'you... but it might not have been a hearin' issue," Tal said slowly as the tale wound to an end that hatched even more questions. "He, uh... doesn't seem t'like you very much. Lotta th'trainin' dummies in Snowcloak's Barracks've got your face on 'em. Or, uh... well. Close enough to it." Tal had been a little surprised to see that Sunjata did not, in fact, have sharp teeth, and that his nose was actually a fairly normal size. "It's none o'my business, but... what happened t'make him hate you so much?" The look he slanted over at the demigod was a complicated one, filled with a strange mix of wistfulness, wounded pride, and camaraderie before settling into wary curiosity.
Not that he'd forgotten the comment about Sunjata's father. But he figured he should stick to one complicated question at a time.
And speak of the devil, but the Warden's name came up a few moments later and Tal's bushy brows rose in surprise. He had to bite his tongue against the question he was dying to ask, wanting to hear the current story even more, and as they walked along, cleaning up debris for recycling, he got all the juicy details.
"Uh... I dunno how t'break this t'you... but it might not have been a hearin' issue," Tal said slowly as the tale wound to an end that hatched even more questions. "He, uh... doesn't seem t'like you very much. Lotta th'trainin' dummies in Snowcloak's Barracks've got your face on 'em. Or, uh... well. Close enough to it." Tal had been a little surprised to see that Sunjata did not, in fact, have sharp teeth, and that his nose was actually a fairly normal size. "It's none o'my business, but... what happened t'make him hate you so much?" The look he slanted over at the demigod was a complicated one, filled with a strange mix of wistfulness, wounded pride, and camaraderie before settling into wary curiosity.
Not that he'd forgotten the comment about Sunjata's father. But he figured he should stick to one complicated question at a time.
