Well, not every Halovian was a fan of snow, after eating it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, every day of every season of every year until the War. Tal figured he could understand that, and nodded amiably as they shifted to less chilly topics. "I mean... I guess they say it's best t'go only if y'have somethin' t'really ask of 'em," he mused, feeling his way through the theology like a blind man across an icy lake. One that was dotted with ice fishing holes. "Somethin' y'want, that y'can't get without divine intervenin'. D'y'want anythin' like th--oh!" A backward glance caught the swirl of petals and for a moment there was a flash of naked envy and yearning across the courier's face before he hurriedly ducked his head and went back to his mending, stitching furiously until the patch he was working on was repaired.
A shift to the next ribbon helped him settle as did his change in conversation topics, and if Tal had been a dog his ears would have perked up in interest as Thorn described the mojito. "Mohita, huh? I'll have t'give it a try," he decided with a grin over his shoulder. He caught sight of the courtesan as he purred his approval of the drink, and his gaze lingered with a different sort of admiration a little too long. Seafoam green eyes opened and caught his and Tal realized that he was staring a little too late. With a flush that darkened his wind-browned cheeks he quickly turned back around to pluck at the sail canvas and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh. Yeah. Beer is... it's good. Ale. Lager. Vodka. Whiskey's nice. Gin if I'm feelin' fancy. Rum if I wanna make a fool o' myself." He grimaced faintly at a memory of one such occasion and ducked his head a little further down between his shoulders.
A shift to the next ribbon helped him settle as did his change in conversation topics, and if Tal had been a dog his ears would have perked up in interest as Thorn described the mojito. "Mohita, huh? I'll have t'give it a try," he decided with a grin over his shoulder. He caught sight of the courtesan as he purred his approval of the drink, and his gaze lingered with a different sort of admiration a little too long. Seafoam green eyes opened and caught his and Tal realized that he was staring a little too late. With a flush that darkened his wind-browned cheeks he quickly turned back around to pluck at the sail canvas and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh. Yeah. Beer is... it's good. Ale. Lager. Vodka. Whiskey's nice. Gin if I'm feelin' fancy. Rum if I wanna make a fool o' myself." He grimaced faintly at a memory of one such occasion and ducked his head a little further down between his shoulders.
