He wasn't the most pious man most of the time, but when he realized that the last time he'd made offerings to the seasonal deities had been before the War, Talyson figured he could make a small detour on his next courier run to Stormbreak.
The Peregrine was ground-anchored at the edge of the Oerwoud, out of reach of the grasping vines and potentially hungry trees. Wearing only trousers and a sleeveless shirt over his Vest, Tal had slipped into the jungle with Boreal immediately taking to the branches to trot along broad limbs or glide from branch-to-branch above him. He had a thick leather flask in one hand and the other was raised to ward off too-friendly vines as he poked around for a place to make his offering.
"Petunia?" he called out, looking for something else as well. "Petunia, are you here?"
Lena
The Peregrine was ground-anchored at the edge of the Oerwoud, out of reach of the grasping vines and potentially hungry trees. Wearing only trousers and a sleeveless shirt over his Vest, Tal had slipped into the jungle with Boreal immediately taking to the branches to trot along broad limbs or glide from branch-to-branch above him. He had a thick leather flask in one hand and the other was raised to ward off too-friendly vines as he poked around for a place to make his offering.
"Petunia?" he called out, looking for something else as well. "Petunia, are you here?"
Lena
