"Of course," he agreed to her request with a smile. "Or I can make one for you beside it, so we each have our own? I don't really know what would happen if we both looked into it at the same time. If it's like the dreamfish, it might only show one person's nightmare... or fortune." He shrugged, still uncertain, but willing to try either way. It was certainly a project to pursue as the season wore on, testing different combinations - assuming they could catch a puddle in the act of being magical!
His smile softened as she spoke of her companion, knowing the feeling well. It seemed as if Ludo had parts for all of them to play, and at least the task it had given Maea was kinder than the one offered to Remi.
She answered his question about Sunjata's shift, but his expression shifted to a more guarded one when she mentioned the Temple quest, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "Yes. One of those lost on that journey was a good friend of mine," he said quietly. Sunjata wasn't the only one casting blame upon his horned head, but the bard had not been there, not seen what had gone wrong.
Though Deimos and he would have a talk soon enough, one that would shed more light on the missteps and mistakes that had plagued the whole business from start to deadly finish.
Whatever his misgivings over the Flood, Maea's forlorn appearance stirred him. For all their differences she was still a friend, and he rose from his crafted stump to step over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What is it?" he asked, searching her face for the source of that pain. "What's happened?"
His smile softened as she spoke of her companion, knowing the feeling well. It seemed as if Ludo had parts for all of them to play, and at least the task it had given Maea was kinder than the one offered to Remi.
She answered his question about Sunjata's shift, but his expression shifted to a more guarded one when she mentioned the Temple quest, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "Yes. One of those lost on that journey was a good friend of mine," he said quietly. Sunjata wasn't the only one casting blame upon his horned head, but the bard had not been there, not seen what had gone wrong.
Though Deimos and he would have a talk soon enough, one that would shed more light on the missteps and mistakes that had plagued the whole business from start to deadly finish.
Whatever his misgivings over the Flood, Maea's forlorn appearance stirred him. For all their differences she was still a friend, and he rose from his crafted stump to step over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What is it?" he asked, searching her face for the source of that pain. "What's happened?"
