He was going to have to take the Peregrine down closer to the Cataract one of these days. It was weirdly scary-beautiful from above, even though Tal knew it wasn't really the floating river of blood it kind of resembled from this distance. But there was no one floating in it today; not only because of the season and weather, but because of the purple gleam of void corruption that surrounded it and put an end to any merriment.
At least if you weren't one of the blasted Family.
For now, though, the skyboat skimmed past, just barely above the grasping fingers of the bare trees as both men scanned the forest floor visible through the skeletal branches for footprints or some indication of passage through the snow.
"Yeah, it is," Tal agreed warmly, glad that Zavien met the news with such enthusiasm. The followup question had his nose wrinkling in thought, however, and put a furrow between his brows above his Goggles. "Uh, I mean... depends on what y'mean by 'a lot?' But... yeah, I pray to 'em at least once a season. Sometimes more. An' sometimes they answer." His head turned to regard his fellow Accepted quizzically for a moment. "What about you? I've seen y'in th'shrines before. Have y'ever gotten an answer?"
At least if you weren't one of the blasted Family.
For now, though, the skyboat skimmed past, just barely above the grasping fingers of the bare trees as both men scanned the forest floor visible through the skeletal branches for footprints or some indication of passage through the snow.
"Yeah, it is," Tal agreed warmly, glad that Zavien met the news with such enthusiasm. The followup question had his nose wrinkling in thought, however, and put a furrow between his brows above his Goggles. "Uh, I mean... depends on what y'mean by 'a lot?' But... yeah, I pray to 'em at least once a season. Sometimes more. An' sometimes they answer." His head turned to regard his fellow Accepted quizzically for a moment. "What about you? I've seen y'in th'shrines before. Have y'ever gotten an answer?"
