Oh, you say you have to fall apart to really be someone
With weirdness cementing as a common trait of the Ancients, Maea regained some composure. Smiling with greater ease than before she just laughed at Danta being lunatic; she would have to pay attention next time she met him and see if he did anything strange.
When the last drops of water squeezed from the skin and soaked into the parched soil, Maea returned the stopper and put the whole thing back in her bag. "Well, I'm grateful all the same. If you come by the Grounds at some point, come find me, yeah? I'll treat you to a meal or a drink - whichever you prefer." Though perhaps that was just an excuse to get a chance to meet the Messenger again. Emotional upheaval notwithstanding, it had been a pleasant encounter. She appreciated Tal's blunt honesty, and found his practical approach a good foil for her own tendency to overthink.
"Well," she replied, when the subject turned out to travel plans, "I'm on my way home. So I think... the Boondocks. I hear there's a new market place there. Should be able to find a boat to the Grounds from there." If not, she'd have to backtrack to King's End and find a skyship headed for Jack Tar Landing, which would set her back a week or more. "Unless you know a faster route? Where are you going next?" Interested in the navigational skills a courier surely would have, she shrugged her pack more comfortably in place, a touch reluctant to part ways so soon.
When the last drops of water squeezed from the skin and soaked into the parched soil, Maea returned the stopper and put the whole thing back in her bag. "Well, I'm grateful all the same. If you come by the Grounds at some point, come find me, yeah? I'll treat you to a meal or a drink - whichever you prefer." Though perhaps that was just an excuse to get a chance to meet the Messenger again. Emotional upheaval notwithstanding, it had been a pleasant encounter. She appreciated Tal's blunt honesty, and found his practical approach a good foil for her own tendency to overthink.
"Well," she replied, when the subject turned out to travel plans, "I'm on my way home. So I think... the Boondocks. I hear there's a new market place there. Should be able to find a boat to the Grounds from there." If not, she'd have to backtrack to King's End and find a skyship headed for Jack Tar Landing, which would set her back a week or more. "Unless you know a faster route? Where are you going next?" Interested in the navigational skills a courier surely would have, she shrugged her pack more comfortably in place, a touch reluctant to part ways so soon.
