Tal saw the staff spinning idly around, noting how easily Melita moved it through the air. His axes weren't nearly as well-suited to such casual displays of prowess - and besides, his erstwhile guide couldn't see him from her place ahead of him. He didn't quite pout, but his scowl was becoming permanently etched into place as he hurried after her as best he could.
Tal tried to picture what a god of summer would even look like. Something like the Eirachi, but all in reds and yellows? Fire to her ice? Another glance around the fiery landscape made him swallow uncertainly, the notions of 'kindness' and 'lava' having difficulty sharing space in the same thought.
Her question had him shaking his head, until he realized that she couldn't see him. He sighed - coughed - and then grumbled a negative. "No. Never been one for much praying. Leastwise, not at shrines." He tried to shrug and almost lost his balance against Boreal, who rumbled a sharp, if amused, warning. "Uh. Guess I might start, though. Y'ever meet any of the others? Old or new?"
Tal tried to picture what a god of summer would even look like. Something like the Eirachi, but all in reds and yellows? Fire to her ice? Another glance around the fiery landscape made him swallow uncertainly, the notions of 'kindness' and 'lava' having difficulty sharing space in the same thought.
Her question had him shaking his head, until he realized that she couldn't see him. He sighed - coughed - and then grumbled a negative. "No. Never been one for much praying. Leastwise, not at shrines." He tried to shrug and almost lost his balance against Boreal, who rumbled a sharp, if amused, warning. "Uh. Guess I might start, though. Y'ever meet any of the others? Old or new?"
