The cold, Tal could deal with. He'd grown up with it deep in his bones like every Halovian, and he was most at home bundled up in layers against the deadly chill of the Tundra.
The heat? Not so much.
There were only so many layers you could peel off before you hit skin and then you were just fucked. But Safrin had told him to look at mirages and he'd been coming to the desert more frequently for Guild hunts and deliveries this past year so the courier figured he'd better do some training to toughen up. It might not matter for the War, but he was planning to survive that and there would be life beyond the battles to prepare for.
So here he was on the edge of the Furnace and peering through his goggles at a distant stand of wavering palm trees, stripped down to a broad-brimmed, floppy hat, tank top and light, loose pants. His brown skin hadn't started to redden it but it would soon if he didn't cover it up beneath the blazing sun. He leaned on his new glaive and scowled to himself as Boreal circled lazily overhead, blowing the occasional plume of fire for the sheer joy of it.
A note had been left at the Guildhall in case he got eaten by a landshark anyone wanted to join him for training, but he wasn't expecting anyone in particular and when he saw a human shape walking towards him he sighed and rolled his eyes behind his goggles. "Okay, that's the best one I've seen yet, but it's still a stupid mirage," he grumbled up to Boreal.
Sah
The heat? Not so much.
There were only so many layers you could peel off before you hit skin and then you were just fucked. But Safrin had told him to look at mirages and he'd been coming to the desert more frequently for Guild hunts and deliveries this past year so the courier figured he'd better do some training to toughen up. It might not matter for the War, but he was planning to survive that and there would be life beyond the battles to prepare for.
So here he was on the edge of the Furnace and peering through his goggles at a distant stand of wavering palm trees, stripped down to a broad-brimmed, floppy hat, tank top and light, loose pants. His brown skin hadn't started to redden it but it would soon if he didn't cover it up beneath the blazing sun. He leaned on his new glaive and scowled to himself as Boreal circled lazily overhead, blowing the occasional plume of fire for the sheer joy of it.
A note had been left at the Guildhall in case he got eaten by a landshark anyone wanted to join him for training, but he wasn't expecting anyone in particular and when he saw a human shape walking towards him he sighed and rolled his eyes behind his goggles. "Okay, that's the best one I've seen yet, but it's still a stupid mirage," he grumbled up to Boreal.
Sah
