He'd made the decision to keep out of the Warden's way, but business was business. Whatever personal feelings he had were set aside when his professional services were engaged. After his night at the Greatwood Observatory Tal had sailed the Peregrine straight back to Halo, skirting far closer to the Draig than he normally did to shave the extra hours off the days-long trip. His brown cheeks were still ruddy from the wind and he was still clad in his flying leathers, having come directly from the port to the Palace, hoping to find the Warden at work either in the Council Hall or the Barracks.
"Message for Deimos," he called out crisply after giving the door lintel a rap with the back of his knuckles to announce himself.
He shifted from foot to foot, feeling the ache of the trip in the arches of his feet and up his calves but doing his best to keep his mind on the duty he'd undertaken and not on the hot bath that could be drawn up back at the Seawright residence.
"Message for Deimos," he called out crisply after giving the door lintel a rap with the back of his knuckles to announce himself.
He shifted from foot to foot, feeling the ache of the trip in the arches of his feet and up his calves but doing his best to keep his mind on the duty he'd undertaken and not on the hot bath that could be drawn up back at the Seawright residence.
