"Why're y'so nosy?" Tal grumbled, but if she was following him she wasn't feeding the freaky flowers that made Metacarpal Island a nightmare even without the Void infecting it. "Th'gods made it, if y'have t'know. Ludo an' Safrin," he clarified, blissfully oblivious to Nova's parentage and looking insufferably smug about it. He was pretty sure the freckles were just fancy makeup, or maybe more of her illusion magic recreating glitter on her face.
Boreal shook herself and started padding back towards the Peregrine, sensing the direction of Tal's thoughts as he edged back towards the skyboat and the rope ladder that had been left dangling over the edge, swaying lightly in the cool breeze. He almost stumbled at the girl's wide-eyed observation. Tal looked at her, aghast at the total dismissal of the potential consequences of her actions, and waved his arm emphatically before grabbing the rope ladder and steadying it for her. "How th'hail have y'survived this long, anyways?? You're, what--" He took in her vibe but mostly her innocent cheerfulness and trusting approach to the world.
And felt old.
"--Sixteen? Maybe? Where are your parents, anyways?"
Boreal shook herself and started padding back towards the Peregrine, sensing the direction of Tal's thoughts as he edged back towards the skyboat and the rope ladder that had been left dangling over the edge, swaying lightly in the cool breeze. He almost stumbled at the girl's wide-eyed observation. Tal looked at her, aghast at the total dismissal of the potential consequences of her actions, and waved his arm emphatically before grabbing the rope ladder and steadying it for her. "How th'hail have y'survived this long, anyways?? You're, what--" He took in her vibe but mostly her innocent cheerfulness and trusting approach to the world.
And felt old.
"--Sixteen? Maybe? Where are your parents, anyways?"
