Boreal rumbled contentedly as Maea's fingers found the exact spots that tended to itch and went to work. She clearly wasn't worried about her human, and Tal gave a small shrug as he set the rosebush into its new home and drew a small knife to cut the twine that bound a burlap travel sack around the root ball. "Nah, s'okay," he reassured her distractedly. "It's not too bad. An' I can Heal it right up once we're done an' th'pointy fucker won't get any more jabs in." No point wasting the magic now if he was just going to get scratched up again while filling the hole beneath the little bush. It didn't even occur to him that the thin, shallow red lines of blood - already clotting, at least - might make an Ancient a little uncomfortable.
Maea added water to the hole and then the two of them were able to start filling it back in. It went a great deal easier now that the soil had already been broken up into more manageable chunks by shovel and claws, and in a short while the little bush was sitting comfortably in its new home. Tal sat back on his own heels, wiping a muddy forearm across his brow to clear the sweat and leaving a smear of dirt behind as he blinked over at Maea with some confusion. "I mean... what's wrong with an Ancient carin' about things?" he asked, puzzled. "Hail, Danta is... well, he's Danta," he gestured, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the Grounds, "So y'probably can't judge a whole people based on him. But aside from bein' a bit weirdly bloodthirsty, t'other Ancients seem mostly normal. Fox hunts monsters an' saves people from 'em, an' Edmund runs an Adventurin' Guild in Torchline." Which also helped people out, more or less. "But I guess it's good that Dygra's better'n th'Voice. What's she like?" He was warily curious about Caido's newest (oldest?) goddess, but hadn't quite managed the courage to try praying to her yet. He didn't know what he would ask for, and her shrine in the Climb had been intimidatingly scary for a non-Ancient to poke around in.
Maea added water to the hole and then the two of them were able to start filling it back in. It went a great deal easier now that the soil had already been broken up into more manageable chunks by shovel and claws, and in a short while the little bush was sitting comfortably in its new home. Tal sat back on his own heels, wiping a muddy forearm across his brow to clear the sweat and leaving a smear of dirt behind as he blinked over at Maea with some confusion. "I mean... what's wrong with an Ancient carin' about things?" he asked, puzzled. "Hail, Danta is... well, he's Danta," he gestured, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the Grounds, "So y'probably can't judge a whole people based on him. But aside from bein' a bit weirdly bloodthirsty, t'other Ancients seem mostly normal. Fox hunts monsters an' saves people from 'em, an' Edmund runs an Adventurin' Guild in Torchline." Which also helped people out, more or less. "But I guess it's good that Dygra's better'n th'Voice. What's she like?" He was warily curious about Caido's newest (oldest?) goddess, but hadn't quite managed the courage to try praying to her yet. He didn't know what he would ask for, and her shrine in the Climb had been intimidatingly scary for a non-Ancient to poke around in.
