The Peregrine looked oddly naked without her sails; a lady exposed, her mast and spars uncomfortably bare to the breezes that danced over the meadow and teased flowers and the hair of young men alike. Tal winced as she bobbed at ground anchor in a way that he interpreted as accusatory for taking a break from his mending, but he remained on his back, enjoying the sunshine and, rather unexpectedly, the company.
"..." Sure, Thorn was laughing, but it was hard to Tal to wrap his head around. Not entirely. He tilted his head farther back, squinting up at a speck high above that resolved into a hawk as it circled lower over the field. "Really? All of 'em?" he asked, an oddly melancholy tug at his heartstrings at how easily the other man seemed to have cut himself free of his family. 'I mean, your da's kind of an ass, sure, but... isn't there anyone back in Halo that y'miss?"
"..." Sure, Thorn was laughing, but it was hard to Tal to wrap his head around. Not entirely. He tilted his head farther back, squinting up at a speck high above that resolved into a hawk as it circled lower over the field. "Really? All of 'em?" he asked, an oddly melancholy tug at his heartstrings at how easily the other man seemed to have cut himself free of his family. 'I mean, your da's kind of an ass, sure, but... isn't there anyone back in Halo that y'miss?"
