For Tal, it had been love at first flight on his maiden voyage on a skyship. Seeing others experience the same joy always brought a warm, fuzzy feeling to his chest that he usually tried to sterilize with a stiff drink. But he knew exactly how Zavien felt and he stopped fighting the crooked grin that tilted his scowl upside down for a brief moment. "I mean, I spend more time in my bunk on th'Peregrine than I do in my own bed at home," he admitted ruefully. "But yeah... it never gets old." Routine, maybe, but amazing nonetheless.
Still, the reason for their trip over the corrupted treetops of the Greatwood wasn't a pleasure cruise. Tal sighed and lashed the tiller in place while he hopped the wheel and dodged around Zavien to trim the sails, slowing their forward momentum so they could take in more of the landscape below them. Deepfrost had withered the leaves and covered the watery woods below in ice and snow, but signs of the Void were still everywhere. Though subdued by the season a faint purple pulse seemed to run through most of the trees and cold-inert vines, and skulking shapes occasionally dashed from cover beneath the Peregrine's shadow.
Boreal soared nearby, circling the skyboat in alert guard mode. The courier, meanwhile, pulled his See-Right Goggles down over his eyes, fingertip brushing the sickeningly purple star charm that hung from their side with a faint grimace as he leaned over the rail beside his friend. "Yeah, but nothin' that looks like Soh," he answered unhappily. "At least I know she's alive, though. Heard it from Mort himself," he added, a touch of awe and pride in his voice lifting some of the uneasiness from his shoulders.
Still, the reason for their trip over the corrupted treetops of the Greatwood wasn't a pleasure cruise. Tal sighed and lashed the tiller in place while he hopped the wheel and dodged around Zavien to trim the sails, slowing their forward momentum so they could take in more of the landscape below them. Deepfrost had withered the leaves and covered the watery woods below in ice and snow, but signs of the Void were still everywhere. Though subdued by the season a faint purple pulse seemed to run through most of the trees and cold-inert vines, and skulking shapes occasionally dashed from cover beneath the Peregrine's shadow.
Boreal soared nearby, circling the skyboat in alert guard mode. The courier, meanwhile, pulled his See-Right Goggles down over his eyes, fingertip brushing the sickeningly purple star charm that hung from their side with a faint grimace as he leaned over the rail beside his friend. "Yeah, but nothin' that looks like Soh," he answered unhappily. "At least I know she's alive, though. Heard it from Mort himself," he added, a touch of awe and pride in his voice lifting some of the uneasiness from his shoulders.
