To say that Tal had been pleased as punch to be able to tell Sohalia that the Greatwood was safe - ish - to visit again would be like saying that the sun was a little bright. He was excited for his friend to be able to complete her quest, and maybe a little hopeful that seeing the cleansed Greatwood with her own eyes would help bring some healing after her experiences in it.
The Peregrine had carried them to the Wildwood, and from there to the Sidhe Village. By intention or coincidence they settled down to fish outside the very teashop where they had first met, and Tal had grinned at the memory. He settled down beside the Luminary with his fishing rod in one hand, and the other resting on Boreal's head to keep her out of the lunch basket. His own legs were crossed as he flicked his rod idly through the water, trying to tempt a fish to bite. "I wish I could say I did it with my Dagger an' my dashin' good looks," he admitted ruefully, still riding high from their success. "An' I did help weaken 'er when the Void had its claws in 'er, stabbin' at th'vines an' roots that kept grabbin' Noah. But, uh... actually..." he shrugged a little sheepishly. "It was mostly Flora. She called down Rae an' They planted a Lily right at th'Mathair's base. It cleaned th'Void right out o' her! An' then she made herself look kinda almost human t'talk to us." His grin faded at that memory, a shiver running up his spine. "She's one scary goddess, lemme tell you!"
He glanced over at her own fishing rod, his grin going a little lopsided. "I'm surprised y'aren't fishin' in your owl shape?" It might have been meant as a statement, but his tone rose to a questioning lilt at the end.
The Peregrine had carried them to the Wildwood, and from there to the Sidhe Village. By intention or coincidence they settled down to fish outside the very teashop where they had first met, and Tal had grinned at the memory. He settled down beside the Luminary with his fishing rod in one hand, and the other resting on Boreal's head to keep her out of the lunch basket. His own legs were crossed as he flicked his rod idly through the water, trying to tempt a fish to bite. "I wish I could say I did it with my Dagger an' my dashin' good looks," he admitted ruefully, still riding high from their success. "An' I did help weaken 'er when the Void had its claws in 'er, stabbin' at th'vines an' roots that kept grabbin' Noah. But, uh... actually..." he shrugged a little sheepishly. "It was mostly Flora. She called down Rae an' They planted a Lily right at th'Mathair's base. It cleaned th'Void right out o' her! An' then she made herself look kinda almost human t'talk to us." His grin faded at that memory, a shiver running up his spine. "She's one scary goddess, lemme tell you!"
He glanced over at her own fishing rod, his grin going a little lopsided. "I'm surprised y'aren't fishin' in your owl shape?" It might have been meant as a statement, but his tone rose to a questioning lilt at the end.
