It was weird and wonderful and oddly reassuring to feel the bustle of the Citadel falling away as the trees faded in, their silent age and towering tranquility somehow more real than the busy streets of the Halovian capital. Tal's arm tightened around his dragon, who crooned and swept her tail around him reassuringly. The companion had no fear of what was to come, only innocent curiosity and excitement over what shrine visits usually meant.
Presents. And sometimes treats.
Mort's voice was as warm as Halo was cold, and Tal heaved a big sigh of relief as he looked up at the god with a tentative grin--
That faltered a little under the kindly correction to his offering etiquette. The courier blushed from the tips of his ears all the way down to his shoulders as he ducked his head and hugged his dragon harder. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm, uh. Still gettin' used t'this..." he trailed off helplessly, not really sure how to phrase having his prayers answered by the god of death himself[/i] without sounding like the very fool that Mort was trying not to label him as. Instead the Messenger hurriedly cleared his throat, but before he could try again a gift was indeed given and he reached out for it hurriedly with cupped hands, pale eyes shining. [b]"Holy sh--uh, shucks? It's perfect!" And proving the existence of miracles, he managed to slip it into place without fumbling and dropping it or stabbing himself in the eye. "Thanks, Mort!"
Boreal chortled in approval of the new bangle and bumped Tal's chest with her head, almost knocking him backwards as he grabbed at her for balance and grinned up at Mort, almost giddy with relief and excitement for the item. He could swear that he felt luckier already!
~Fin~
Presents. And sometimes treats.
Mort's voice was as warm as Halo was cold, and Tal heaved a big sigh of relief as he looked up at the god with a tentative grin--
That faltered a little under the kindly correction to his offering etiquette. The courier blushed from the tips of his ears all the way down to his shoulders as he ducked his head and hugged his dragon harder. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm, uh. Still gettin' used t'this..." he trailed off helplessly, not really sure how to phrase having his prayers answered by the god of death himself[/i] without sounding like the very fool that Mort was trying not to label him as. Instead the Messenger hurriedly cleared his throat, but before he could try again a gift was indeed given and he reached out for it hurriedly with cupped hands, pale eyes shining. [b]"Holy sh--uh, shucks? It's perfect!" And proving the existence of miracles, he managed to slip it into place without fumbling and dropping it or stabbing himself in the eye. "Thanks, Mort!"
Boreal chortled in approval of the new bangle and bumped Tal's chest with her head, almost knocking him backwards as he grabbed at her for balance and grinned up at Mort, almost giddy with relief and excitement for the item. He could swear that he felt luckier already!
~Fin~
