Vi was a figure of legend and awe, a god that Tal gave reverence to but never expected to meet. He perked up at Safrin's name, though, his smile widening in bright remembrance of the starlit goddess who had answered some of his own prayers and helped him out when things looked bleakest. "She helped me fuck up that Banshee Queen during the War," he confided to Noah even as he admired the sleek, lethal beauty of the Spear.
He didn't try to touch it, but he had to tear his eyes away to take the mail over to the indicated doorstep, setting the small sheaf where it wouldn't get easily blown away. He was already tempted to ask if he could stick around and watch when Noah seemed to read his mind and the courier's face lit up, losing even the vestiges of its usual scowl. "Yeah! That'd be great! Uh... I don't have my spear anymore, but I've got the knife Frey made me..." He pulled out the sharp little weapon with its diamond pommel stone and lucky(?) blink hare's foot dangling from the hilt, showing it to Noah shyly.
He didn't try to touch it, but he had to tear his eyes away to take the mail over to the indicated doorstep, setting the small sheaf where it wouldn't get easily blown away. He was already tempted to ask if he could stick around and watch when Noah seemed to read his mind and the courier's face lit up, losing even the vestiges of its usual scowl. "Yeah! That'd be great! Uh... I don't have my spear anymore, but I've got the knife Frey made me..." He pulled out the sharp little weapon with its diamond pommel stone and lucky(?) blink hare's foot dangling from the hilt, showing it to Noah shyly.
