What was it about Longheat and funerary flowers this year? For the second time that season Tal had received a commission to transport flowers to a grave. Well. Kind of a grave. A giant tombstone, at least. The Ancient who had sought out his storefront in Haulani had been furtive about it, and it hadn't taken a loreseeker to figure out that they were one of those Ascended who had been reborn as one of Dygra's children after the War.
Normally Tal had no problem holding grudges long past the time that they made any sense, but this one just didn't seem to have much mileage left in it. The Voice was dead and the Ascended were no more, and if people wanted to pay respects to a big stone dick on an island, well, Tal would take their business and transport the packages to the address he was given.
Keeping the young plants protected while he made a quick stop in Halo had been the hardest part. Coaxing Sah into a trip to the Hollowed Grounds had been a close second, though. Still, he'd managed to set sail again with his best frenemy in the passenger bunk, and a wolf stowed alongside the requisite dragon.
He'd skipped the skyport, bringing the Peregrine down at the edge of the island and leaving Boreal to guard it while he and the hunter picked their way across the drought-dry ground, one carrying the young delphiniums, the other in charge of the bluebells. "Good thing y'figured out water magic," Tal noted with a grimace for the Longheat-withered land around them. "It'll beat havin' t'haul buckets from th'oasis by hand."
Normally Tal had no problem holding grudges long past the time that they made any sense, but this one just didn't seem to have much mileage left in it. The Voice was dead and the Ascended were no more, and if people wanted to pay respects to a big stone dick on an island, well, Tal would take their business and transport the packages to the address he was given.
Keeping the young plants protected while he made a quick stop in Halo had been the hardest part. Coaxing Sah into a trip to the Hollowed Grounds had been a close second, though. Still, he'd managed to set sail again with his best frenemy in the passenger bunk, and a wolf stowed alongside the requisite dragon.
He'd skipped the skyport, bringing the Peregrine down at the edge of the island and leaving Boreal to guard it while he and the hunter picked their way across the drought-dry ground, one carrying the young delphiniums, the other in charge of the bluebells. "Good thing y'figured out water magic," Tal noted with a grimace for the Longheat-withered land around them. "It'll beat havin' t'haul buckets from th'oasis by hand."
