Fronds,, Soh. You heard him right. Not that Tal seemed to think there was anything strange about it; if anything, he was utterly earnest about his missing friend. He had numerous flaws, but he wasn't speciesist, at least!
He could have lingered over talking about Alys for an hour or more, so it was probably for the best that he mentioned Mort and drew Sohalia's interest in the encounter. He was swiftly lost in the memories of that first day on the beach, when he had approached the sailors' shrine and been transported in spirit if not in body to the peaceful forest where Mort had seemed most at ease.
Boreal heaved a tragic sigh when the fingers stilled, shifting her head on Soh's thigh to peer up from under the edge of the table with big, pleading eyes. Tal ignored her and gave his friend a shake of his head, looking a touch rueful. He reached up to flick the wishbone earring in one ear as he lowered his voice. "Ycan ask," he assured her. "An' yeah, I did. I mean, I figured I could get two birds with one stone, y'know? Ask about you an' get a useful somethin' t'help stay alive an' keep lookin' for you." He pushed his teacup back and forth between his fingers as he looked down into the dark liquid, smiling crookedly. "What about you? Got anyone y'want t'pray to now that y'can? Or anythin' y'want t'ask for?" Protection, some kind of armor... or a weapon, to give any kidnappers second thoughts about grabbing her again?
He could have lingered over talking about Alys for an hour or more, so it was probably for the best that he mentioned Mort and drew Sohalia's interest in the encounter. He was swiftly lost in the memories of that first day on the beach, when he had approached the sailors' shrine and been transported in spirit if not in body to the peaceful forest where Mort had seemed most at ease.
Boreal heaved a tragic sigh when the fingers stilled, shifting her head on Soh's thigh to peer up from under the edge of the table with big, pleading eyes. Tal ignored her and gave his friend a shake of his head, looking a touch rueful. He reached up to flick the wishbone earring in one ear as he lowered his voice. "Ycan ask," he assured her. "An' yeah, I did. I mean, I figured I could get two birds with one stone, y'know? Ask about you an' get a useful somethin' t'help stay alive an' keep lookin' for you." He pushed his teacup back and forth between his fingers as he looked down into the dark liquid, smiling crookedly. "What about you? Got anyone y'want t'pray to now that y'can? Or anythin' y'want t'ask for?" Protection, some kind of armor... or a weapon, to give any kidnappers second thoughts about grabbing her again?
