Happy to be done with the uncomfortable topic of Tal's relationship with Frey, Zavien earnestly rubbed Boreal's head. The rumbling resembled a cat and he smiled at the similarity as he tried to stay on his feet against the pushing pressure of the dragon on his hip. He almost had to brace himself against the railing to keep from falling over, but he didn't mind one bit. Instead, he chuckled and reached to scratch below her jaw.
Tal was full of unique concepts that had him thinking hard about his possibilities and what the gods might grant. He liked the idea of a retractable sword being something he couldn't lose. It would be easy to carry and disguise. However, having a weapon that may be more effective against the Void was more than tempting. Nodding his head excitedly, he said, "Those are all great ideas! I'll definitely have to bring them up as suggestions next time I pray! Maybe then we could walk through the Greatwood instead of flying." His comment wasn't a dig at the Peregrine, but more of a strategizing thought to allow them to take a closer look at what clues may be hidden just below the canopy line.
Zavien looked once more to the trees, wondering where Sohalia may be located. The Greatwood didn't look like a safe place to find refuge after being abducted. Even if it did fit into the kind of place a Void-allied person might stash her, he wasn't sure how they were going to spot any signs of her presence. He glanced to Tal nervously, trying to think of another way to find her. But nothing came to mind. He wasn't an expert tracker and he didn't have any tools or abilities to assist. All he had were his eyes. So he would make them useful. Zavien attempted to strain his eyes, peering through every branch and leaf as if Sohalia's life depended on it, because it just might.
And you cannot see a shadow.
