He needed to do something that Ludo would think was cool while holding his Dagger if he wanted the raggedy god to make the poison on its blade stronger, and Tal had wracked his brain for most of Deepfrost trying to figure out just what would fit the bill.
The stuff he thought was cool was probably not going to cut it, he'd reluctantly decided. If the last five years had taught him anything it was that he and the masked god had very different tastes in everything but food. Specifically sweets. If they could agree on nothing else, it was that, and so Tal had tried to think of the coolest food-related thing he could do.
...He'd come up blank, more or less, until he'd reached Torchline. Steering the Peregrine over the steaming bulk of the volcano had inspired a little madness in the courier, so once he'd made his deliveries he bought a couple of supplies and anchored his skyboat at the base of the smoking mountain's slope. The long hike up to the summit had at least been interesting as he occasionally paused to look out over Torchline, seeing the places where the purple of the Void was conspicuously absent... and the places it still was very much present along the Coast. He grimaced and hiked faster until he reached the top. The heat should have been uncomfortable, but his Frostbite Cuff protected him from the worst of it and he set up on the upwind side of the smoke.
There were sweet, thick crackers and a couple bars of chocolate (already starting to melt) beside him, but the stars of the show were the small bag of marshmallows. He stuck one on the end of his Dagger and held it out over the volcano, whistling a sailing shanty to himself as the white suger puff slowly began to smoke and turn brown in the withering heat of the bubbling lava rising up from far below.
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The stuff he thought was cool was probably not going to cut it, he'd reluctantly decided. If the last five years had taught him anything it was that he and the masked god had very different tastes in everything but food. Specifically sweets. If they could agree on nothing else, it was that, and so Tal had tried to think of the coolest food-related thing he could do.
...He'd come up blank, more or less, until he'd reached Torchline. Steering the Peregrine over the steaming bulk of the volcano had inspired a little madness in the courier, so once he'd made his deliveries he bought a couple of supplies and anchored his skyboat at the base of the smoking mountain's slope. The long hike up to the summit had at least been interesting as he occasionally paused to look out over Torchline, seeing the places where the purple of the Void was conspicuously absent... and the places it still was very much present along the Coast. He grimaced and hiked faster until he reached the top. The heat should have been uncomfortable, but his Frostbite Cuff protected him from the worst of it and he set up on the upwind side of the smoke.
There were sweet, thick crackers and a couple bars of chocolate (already starting to melt) beside him, but the stars of the show were the small bag of marshmallows. He stuck one on the end of his Dagger and held it out over the volcano, whistling a sailing shanty to himself as the white suger puff slowly began to smoke and turn brown in the withering heat of the bubbling lava rising up from far below.
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