Zavien was the first person who Tal had told about the failure of his quest and the courier’s hunched shoulders were clearly awaiting some kind of judgment from his fellow Accepted. When his friend instead offered only empathy and understanding the courier actually looked confused, like a dog who had been expecting a kick and instead had gotten a pat on the head. He didn’t know what to do with Zavien’s kindness.
”Yeah, well… um. Yeah,” he mumbled, almost relieved for the distraction of the echo ferns to give him a chance to get his emotional feet back under himself. Blissfully unaware of the existential quandary he’d just thrown his friend into, Tal just nodded emphatically as he maneuvered the boat. ”Yeah, no kiddin’. But hey, at least it’s not like y’have t’choose just one an’ are stuck with ‘em forever!” Not until a much high level at any rate.
With Boreal safely away from the ferns and a little more distance between themselves and the corruption spreading out beneath them, Tal secured the tiller once more and returned to the rail. He was just in time to hear the question he’d been quietly dreading and the courier swallowed hard and ducked his head, looking through his Goggles at the ground below but not really seeing it. ”Um. I, uh. Don’t really wanna… talk about it…” he mumbled in embarrassment, no longer as certain as he once had been about his prayer after the suspicion and judginess of the other people he’d spoken with about it.
Instead he cleared his throat and tried to focus on peering down at the Greatwood from their new height, scowling as the details of the forest floor were made imperceptible by distance. ”Any idea what you’d ask a god for?”
”Yeah, well… um. Yeah,” he mumbled, almost relieved for the distraction of the echo ferns to give him a chance to get his emotional feet back under himself. Blissfully unaware of the existential quandary he’d just thrown his friend into, Tal just nodded emphatically as he maneuvered the boat. ”Yeah, no kiddin’. But hey, at least it’s not like y’have t’choose just one an’ are stuck with ‘em forever!” Not until a much high level at any rate.
With Boreal safely away from the ferns and a little more distance between themselves and the corruption spreading out beneath them, Tal secured the tiller once more and returned to the rail. He was just in time to hear the question he’d been quietly dreading and the courier swallowed hard and ducked his head, looking through his Goggles at the ground below but not really seeing it. ”Um. I, uh. Don’t really wanna… talk about it…” he mumbled in embarrassment, no longer as certain as he once had been about his prayer after the suspicion and judginess of the other people he’d spoken with about it.
Instead he cleared his throat and tried to focus on peering down at the Greatwood from their new height, scowling as the details of the forest floor were made imperceptible by distance. ”Any idea what you’d ask a god for?”
