"If you're sure..." Tal peered over the edge at Sunjata with concern, but he wasn't going to argue with the demigod. They'd been hard at work for most of the day, but it was true that they were so close to being done that he could taste it. Then they could all go home - well, he and Alys could, at least. The Archon might have a shrine to stop at on the way, and the courier's heart skipped a beat at the thought of being truly safe tonight for the first time since Starfall.
Maybe that safety would make the upcoming conversation with Alys a little easier. Something tangible to show that what they were doing to resist the Void mattered. Though he wasn't at all certain about going to the island now that Sunjata had mentioned tunnels and collapsing in the same sentence. Or at all. Ever. But that was for the future, and he shoved the shivers of the thought from his mind to focus on the task at hand.
Not that it needed a lot of focus now. With the Draig's gusts behind them the Peregrine was sailing sweet and smooth once more, and he felt safe enough to hook the loop over a spoke in the wheel to keep her steady. He had to avoid a veritable zoo that went running by, much to his bemusement, as he made his way over to the baskets. Alys was right, the yellows were down to the last dozen, but they still had plenty of oranges, reds, blues, and whites (purples, too, though he wrinkled his nose at them on principle). "Hm. Well, what about usin' some light orange ones t'fill in?" he suggested. Sure, it wasn't quite the same, but hopefully it would be close enough for Rae's approval. "We've just got a few more miles t'go, so it'll prob'ly be fine."
He waved to Sunjata as he headed back to the tiller to take up steering again, keeping the skyboat as close to the edge of the Barrows as he could as they curved gently to the south, heading for where they had begin. "Let's bring it full circle an' call it a day!"
Round 8:
Let's finish up with the last blossoms in the baskets and complete the circle!
Maybe that safety would make the upcoming conversation with Alys a little easier. Something tangible to show that what they were doing to resist the Void mattered. Though he wasn't at all certain about going to the island now that Sunjata had mentioned tunnels and collapsing in the same sentence. Or at all. Ever. But that was for the future, and he shoved the shivers of the thought from his mind to focus on the task at hand.
Not that it needed a lot of focus now. With the Draig's gusts behind them the Peregrine was sailing sweet and smooth once more, and he felt safe enough to hook the loop over a spoke in the wheel to keep her steady. He had to avoid a veritable zoo that went running by, much to his bemusement, as he made his way over to the baskets. Alys was right, the yellows were down to the last dozen, but they still had plenty of oranges, reds, blues, and whites (purples, too, though he wrinkled his nose at them on principle). "Hm. Well, what about usin' some light orange ones t'fill in?" he suggested. Sure, it wasn't quite the same, but hopefully it would be close enough for Rae's approval. "We've just got a few more miles t'go, so it'll prob'ly be fine."
He waved to Sunjata as he headed back to the tiller to take up steering again, keeping the skyboat as close to the edge of the Barrows as he could as they curved gently to the south, heading for where they had begin. "Let's bring it full circle an' call it a day!"
Round 8:
Let's finish up with the last blossoms in the baskets and complete the circle!
