Tal didn't exactly flinch when Frey showed up instead of Rae, but he might have shrank back a bit and sidled halfway behind Flora. He swallowed hard as the god mused over things that were going to be his problem eventually - his and everyone else's - but soon enough the monster was petrified and Ronin was changing shape into a gloriously vast and bright dragon. The courier's eyes went wide with awe and he barely remembered to duck his head and pull his Goggles into place to protect his eyes before those great wings began to beat and stir up the sand around them.
He held his breath but still coughed out a little sand as Flora turned back to him and explained her concerns about digging and dealing with the ichor that stained the no-longer pristine - and no-longer white - stretch of beach along the coast.
He nodded glumly and stared at the remaining mess, then jerked a little when he realized that the queen was staring it him and waiting for a solution. "Uhhh..." he said, starting out strong. "I mean..." He trailed off helplessly. He wasn't really an idea guy. He was just a messenger!
"I mean, diggin' might be th'only way t'get th'stuff that's sunk in deep," he said with a scowl for the nasty voidblood. "But mebbe we could... I dunno... try an' rake up th'stuff that's dried an' hardened up so far? Like cleaning clumps out've a really big cat box?" He shrugged. "Can always get th'stuff on top gathered up first. Maybe we'll get lucky an' it didn't sink down too far?" Frey had tied it up into a pretty neat bow and stopped most of the bleeding when the god had dropped the Horror on the beach. It didn't seem too impossible to hope for.
Tal suggests raking out the dried clumps of void blood from the top layers of sand to start.
He held his breath but still coughed out a little sand as Flora turned back to him and explained her concerns about digging and dealing with the ichor that stained the no-longer pristine - and no-longer white - stretch of beach along the coast.
He nodded glumly and stared at the remaining mess, then jerked a little when he realized that the queen was staring it him and waiting for a solution. "Uhhh..." he said, starting out strong. "I mean..." He trailed off helplessly. He wasn't really an idea guy. He was just a messenger!
"I mean, diggin' might be th'only way t'get th'stuff that's sunk in deep," he said with a scowl for the nasty voidblood. "But mebbe we could... I dunno... try an' rake up th'stuff that's dried an' hardened up so far? Like cleaning clumps out've a really big cat box?" He shrugged. "Can always get th'stuff on top gathered up first. Maybe we'll get lucky an' it didn't sink down too far?" Frey had tied it up into a pretty neat bow and stopped most of the bleeding when the god had dropped the Horror on the beach. It didn't seem too impossible to hope for.
Tal suggests raking out the dried clumps of void blood from the top layers of sand to start.
