Everything he said just seemed to make the Warden angrier and Tal didn't understand why. He heard the words that came from between closed teeth, ground out like shards of ice, and he swallowed hard, afraid to even ask what he'd done wrong now.
A final attempt: a professional question, a soldier to his General; but even that fell flat in a way the courier hadn't expected. He looked at Deimos for a moment, bewildered, not wanting to believe that the man who had taught him to think ahead and prepare for multiple eventualities - especially the worst case ones - had neither plan nor advice to leave them on.
Or perhaps it was just him.
"Yessir," he said quietly. "I... okay." There seemed little else to be said so he swallowed down the hurt and took a deep breath. "Good luck, Deimos. An'... an' I'll see you again soon." Because not even the Draig could kill the Sword. Tal had faith in his friend, even if it was one-sided. With a last nod he turned and slipped out of the office, collecting Boreal and heading back into the city to finish the day's deliveries.
~Fin~
A final attempt: a professional question, a soldier to his General; but even that fell flat in a way the courier hadn't expected. He looked at Deimos for a moment, bewildered, not wanting to believe that the man who had taught him to think ahead and prepare for multiple eventualities - especially the worst case ones - had neither plan nor advice to leave them on.
Or perhaps it was just him.
"Yessir," he said quietly. "I... okay." There seemed little else to be said so he swallowed down the hurt and took a deep breath. "Good luck, Deimos. An'... an' I'll see you again soon." Because not even the Draig could kill the Sword. Tal had faith in his friend, even if it was one-sided. With a last nod he turned and slipped out of the office, collecting Boreal and heading back into the city to finish the day's deliveries.
~Fin~
