The dogsled couldn't run on the ferns and low, lush flora of the Greenwing, but Tal had other means of transportation these days. The Peregrine was only a two-seater, but she was as neat and swift a skyboat as any man could wish, and Tal had spent a year apprenticing with Halo's skyship captains and learning the ropes - both physical and metaphorical - of sailing across Caido's skies.
It was the boat that Tal used to reach the lodge today, and Boreal flew ahead of it, grumbling happily to herself as she dropped to a landing nearby and went in search of Eira. It took the courier longer to bring the little ship safely down to where he could toss the land-anchor to lodge in a pile of rocks, and then the rope ladder over the railing once the ship was secure. Scampering down, he headed towards Noah with a distracted wave as he sorted a few pieces of mail out of his Bag, then did a double-take at the spear. "Whoa! Did Vi make that for you?" he asked eagerly, before belatedly remembering his manners.
"Uh, sorry. Got some letters for you, Mr. Olson," he amended, nose wrinkling in embarrassment as he handed the slim stack over.
It was the boat that Tal used to reach the lodge today, and Boreal flew ahead of it, grumbling happily to herself as she dropped to a landing nearby and went in search of Eira. It took the courier longer to bring the little ship safely down to where he could toss the land-anchor to lodge in a pile of rocks, and then the rope ladder over the railing once the ship was secure. Scampering down, he headed towards Noah with a distracted wave as he sorted a few pieces of mail out of his Bag, then did a double-take at the spear. "Whoa! Did Vi make that for you?" he asked eagerly, before belatedly remembering his manners.
"Uh, sorry. Got some letters for you, Mr. Olson," he amended, nose wrinkling in embarrassment as he handed the slim stack over.
