Tal listened quietly as the story unfolded and it did nothing to mitigate his awe of the hunter-turned-demigod, no matter how matter-of-factly the details were presented. There would be epic songs composed about that battle, and legends stitched together with suitable hyperbole to stretch into a week-long tale to be told during Halovian LongNights in the years to come. For now, though, Tal simply soaked in the words and imagined the clash of magics and weapons and abilities as far beyond him as a fully grown white dragon was beyond Boreal.
"So... what happens now?" Because if anyone would have the answers, surely Noah would - in Tal's very high opinion of the man, at least. "The Voice an' Core an' whatever are gone an' Caido is... what? Awake? Back? Or just goin' back t'sleep now?" Maybe gods needed to heal after such an ordeal, too?
High overhead Boreal rumbled an alert to Eira, angling her wings to indicate a faint trail in the snow far below. Hoof prints, but staggered. A lone animal moving across the Tundra, and recently enough that the prints hadn't filled in with blown snow yet.
"So... what happens now?" Because if anyone would have the answers, surely Noah would - in Tal's very high opinion of the man, at least. "The Voice an' Core an' whatever are gone an' Caido is... what? Awake? Back? Or just goin' back t'sleep now?" Maybe gods needed to heal after such an ordeal, too?
High overhead Boreal rumbled an alert to Eira, angling her wings to indicate a faint trail in the snow far below. Hoof prints, but staggered. A lone animal moving across the Tundra, and recently enough that the prints hadn't filled in with blown snow yet.
