Boreal wasn't against playing, as long as no one was out to intentionally draw blood - and she was large enough to feel confident in comfortably absorbing any attempted tackles or charging from the disgruntled peryton, so she made no move to dodge. The dragon simply turned to keep an eye on him, chortling happy little rumbles to herself at the game.
Deimos's question had Tal scowling impersonally out at the expanse of white, dotted with ice bubbles and snow-wrapped stones. Who knew how deep the snow went anymore... "Dunno," he admitted reluctantly. "That's why I'm tryin' t'find something that sticks up high. Something that might still poke through to sky." A long shot, to say the least, and several years of fruitless searching to prove the difficulty of it.
He shot the General a curious look at the mention of distant worlds, and his scowl at the landscape lightened to a fading frown. "I think Hotaru said something like that, too..." he mused, remembering his first meeting with the older woman on this same sea not that long ago.
But his question on Safrin had drawn his attention, and he frowned as Deimos held forth, the expression one of intense memorization rather than any disagreement. "She sounds really nice," he admitted a little wistfully. "I've never had any luck with the gods before... Still seems kinda crazy that they've started answering after all these years." He shrugged, looking back over his shoulder at Bell as she gave a single concerned bark at how far away he was getting, and he gave her a reassuring wave. "What does she look like?" 'Beautiful' left a whole lot to the imagination, though it was one thing the old texts all agreed on.
Deimos's question had Tal scowling impersonally out at the expanse of white, dotted with ice bubbles and snow-wrapped stones. Who knew how deep the snow went anymore... "Dunno," he admitted reluctantly. "That's why I'm tryin' t'find something that sticks up high. Something that might still poke through to sky." A long shot, to say the least, and several years of fruitless searching to prove the difficulty of it.
He shot the General a curious look at the mention of distant worlds, and his scowl at the landscape lightened to a fading frown. "I think Hotaru said something like that, too..." he mused, remembering his first meeting with the older woman on this same sea not that long ago.
But his question on Safrin had drawn his attention, and he frowned as Deimos held forth, the expression one of intense memorization rather than any disagreement. "She sounds really nice," he admitted a little wistfully. "I've never had any luck with the gods before... Still seems kinda crazy that they've started answering after all these years." He shrugged, looking back over his shoulder at Bell as she gave a single concerned bark at how far away he was getting, and he gave her a reassuring wave. "What does she look like?" 'Beautiful' left a whole lot to the imagination, though it was one thing the old texts all agreed on.
