The locations Deimos mentioned combined the homey comfort of Halo and the exotic lands beyond. Tal grinned at the mention of the Sea of Glass, but at the mention of Frey's Breath the grin faded to something more complicated, followed by his brow furrowing in thought at the Whispershore. He paused in rubbing Boreal's head - something she grumbled about and butted his hip lightly with her broad ahead.
He shot her an apologetic glance and went back to scratching around the base of her horns as Deimos asked a question of his own and the courier's expression lightened again. "The Sea of Glass," he agreed contentedly. "Hands down." His head tilted much like Boreal's as he returned to the earlier questions that had finally worked themselves into coherent words. "Frey's Breath is really nice. But gettin' there is no fun." Too many Gore Crows along the way by far. "I've never been to the Whispershore, though. What's it like?"
He shot her an apologetic glance and went back to scratching around the base of her horns as Deimos asked a question of his own and the courier's expression lightened again. "The Sea of Glass," he agreed contentedly. "Hands down." His head tilted much like Boreal's as he returned to the earlier questions that had finally worked themselves into coherent words. "Frey's Breath is really nice. But gettin' there is no fun." Too many Gore Crows along the way by far. "I've never been to the Whispershore, though. What's it like?"
