It was the last place in the Greatwood that he hadn't looked, and in truth Tal didn't have much hope for it. There was a reason he'd left it until the end, racing one last trip to search for Soh before LongNight made flying too dangerous for anything short of direst emergency. He hadn't expected Soleil, of all people, to hop aboard as he was leaving port in Halo, but he wasn't about to turn down help. Especially not since Soh was guildmate to both of them!
"If anything tries t'latch on t'the hull, I'm liftin' 'er up again," he called toSoleil in warning as he eased the Peregrine down over a broad section of the Symphony where the tree branches didn't reach. A large area of deep, still water was below them, featureless and iced over and ever-so-faintly violet beneath the light dusting of snow on top of it. Where the Deepfrost wind had blown the snow aside, however, the tinted ice was clear as glass, offering a window into the watery gardens below.
They might once have been beautiful, but now the kelp was veined in purple and shadows writhed beneath the gently waving fronds. Tal grimaced as he secured the tiller and gently lowered the ground anchor, half-expecting it to break through the ice and start sinking into the water, but surprisingly enough the ice held the weight of the heavy iron with barely a creak of protest.
So apparently they could walk on it... if they dared.
"If anything tries t'latch on t'the hull, I'm liftin' 'er up again," he called to
They might once have been beautiful, but now the kelp was veined in purple and shadows writhed beneath the gently waving fronds. Tal grimaced as he secured the tiller and gently lowered the ground anchor, half-expecting it to break through the ice and start sinking into the water, but surprisingly enough the ice held the weight of the heavy iron with barely a creak of protest.
So apparently they could walk on it... if they dared.
