Tal grinned smugly at earning a laugh from the General. He didn't get off quips like that very often, and he was particularly proud of it - at least until Deimos poked a hole in the humor by bringing reality into it. The courier heaved a disgruntled sigh, reluctantly agreeing. "D'you think Noah will banish him again?" A question asked with an indecent amount of hopefulness.
The sulfurous stench was hard to miss, and Tal's wrinkled nose took note even before he saw the pools. He stared at the boiling water uneasily for long moments before he realized he was falling behind, and hurried to catch up again. It seemed like a terrible place to sink a well, but what did a boy from Halo know about deserts?
Listing his ingredients was a welcome distraction from the stink, but Tal didn't notice Deimos's amusement until the rumble of the General's voice carried enough humor to make him look up sharply. "Oh! You mean Hota--waaait." A grin slowly started to spread across his own face in response to his friend's feline amusement. "You can fly, too? What's your shape?" So far he'd only seen the Hellhound, which had been impressive enough.
The sulfurous stench was hard to miss, and Tal's wrinkled nose took note even before he saw the pools. He stared at the boiling water uneasily for long moments before he realized he was falling behind, and hurried to catch up again. It seemed like a terrible place to sink a well, but what did a boy from Halo know about deserts?
Listing his ingredients was a welcome distraction from the stink, but Tal didn't notice Deimos's amusement until the rumble of the General's voice carried enough humor to make him look up sharply. "Oh! You mean Hota--waaait." A grin slowly started to spread across his own face in response to his friend's feline amusement. "You can fly, too? What's your shape?" So far he'd only seen the Hellhound, which had been impressive enough.
