Tal's bobber was living up to its name as it floated atop the gentle ripples of the water and his line went alternately slack and gently taut with the action of the tiny wavelets that lapped at the pilings of the dock. Fishing wasn't something he'd done much growing up; the depth of the ice in Halo prior to the War had made it pretty damn near impossible. He couldn't claim any particular expertise in the area, but he could keep Soh company and provide moral support for her quest the same way she always did for him.
"I think... I've seen 'em all now, yeah," he said slowly, tilting his head to the side like one of his sled dogs as he counted them out. "Oh! I can't believe I didn't tell ya! Me an' Koa called down Vi 'imself t'help cleanse th'Oerwoud after we fought th'Void Horror there!" That one had been him - and Koa - and the attaboy from the God of Life had fueled Tal for days afterwards. "But Mort's still my favorite," he added loyally, giving a little shake of his head to set his earring swinging with a proud grin.
It softened a little when he asked his question, and faded towards more serious consideration of why she had chosen the rod over her talons. He wrinkled his nose before finally giving a sharp bob of his head in understanding of her reasoning. "Sure, makes sense. I think?" Lacking any animal shapes of his own he could only try to imagine having the same instincts and urges as Boreal. The courier was a lot more pragmatic and a lot less squeamish about hunting, however. "D'you know what we're lookin' for? I don't think I've ever seen a Whiape Fish before."
"I think... I've seen 'em all now, yeah," he said slowly, tilting his head to the side like one of his sled dogs as he counted them out. "Oh! I can't believe I didn't tell ya! Me an' Koa called down Vi 'imself t'help cleanse th'Oerwoud after we fought th'Void Horror there!" That one had been him - and Koa - and the attaboy from the God of Life had fueled Tal for days afterwards. "But Mort's still my favorite," he added loyally, giving a little shake of his head to set his earring swinging with a proud grin.
It softened a little when he asked his question, and faded towards more serious consideration of why she had chosen the rod over her talons. He wrinkled his nose before finally giving a sharp bob of his head in understanding of her reasoning. "Sure, makes sense. I think?" Lacking any animal shapes of his own he could only try to imagine having the same instincts and urges as Boreal. The courier was a lot more pragmatic and a lot less squeamish about hunting, however. "D'you know what we're lookin' for? I don't think I've ever seen a Whiape Fish before."
