Boreal waggled her wings at Noah, somehow managing to look quite pleased with herself despite being high up. She remained in position, circling her chosen thermal with deceptive laziness as she remained aloft to watch the backs of both men below her. Mischief incarnate she might be, but she was dependable enough when it counted!
"Depends on her mood," Tal explained with a snort. "An' whether she thinks y'might have treats for her!" If treats were involved she might well abandon her post and divebomb the Forsaken with all the best intentions to snorfle his pockets and then return to the sky as soon as she'd emptied them of anything edible.
Tal withstood the pat/slap without more than a blink followed by a grin as he turned to watch the demigod curiously. Seeing that Noah was involved in the same thing that he had been, Tal looked away until Noah was done and ready to talk again. "Ugh, those fuckin' messages. I hate 'em," he growled, shaking his head as if he could dislodge the creepy voice that kept popping up inside it. "An' I hate what it's sayin' even more. Th'business with Stormbreak an' th'Greatwood... I dunno, Noah. What happened to Soh and Phoebe?" He looked to the older man with the hope that the demigod would, somehow, have all the answers.
As for the landshark, the courier just shrugged. "I was flyin' this way, yeah. On a package run, but I felt... somethin' fucky," he admitted. "Didn't last very long, though. Not long enough for me t'get there, at any rate. So I figured I might as well stop for a break an' give Ludo my regards," he added, probably unnecessarily, glancing back to the shrine and its most recent osteological additions.
"Depends on her mood," Tal explained with a snort. "An' whether she thinks y'might have treats for her!" If treats were involved she might well abandon her post and divebomb the Forsaken with all the best intentions to snorfle his pockets and then return to the sky as soon as she'd emptied them of anything edible.
Tal withstood the pat/slap without more than a blink followed by a grin as he turned to watch the demigod curiously. Seeing that Noah was involved in the same thing that he had been, Tal looked away until Noah was done and ready to talk again. "Ugh, those fuckin' messages. I hate 'em," he growled, shaking his head as if he could dislodge the creepy voice that kept popping up inside it. "An' I hate what it's sayin' even more. Th'business with Stormbreak an' th'Greatwood... I dunno, Noah. What happened to Soh and Phoebe?" He looked to the older man with the hope that the demigod would, somehow, have all the answers.
As for the landshark, the courier just shrugged. "I was flyin' this way, yeah. On a package run, but I felt... somethin' fucky," he admitted. "Didn't last very long, though. Not long enough for me t'get there, at any rate. So I figured I might as well stop for a break an' give Ludo my regards," he added, probably unnecessarily, glancing back to the shrine and its most recent osteological additions.
