Tal squinted at Harper, not convinced by his answer - a giant chicken? Really?? How dangerous could a big ol' stupid ningo-wannabe be? don't answer that - and filled with questions that, on second thought, he wasn't sure he wanted answers to.
Not if it meant standing around in the cold any longer than they had to, at least. Harper was putting his fingers in genuine danger and Tal didn't want to bother Ru with Healing the golden retriever chatterbox. She'd eat him alive!
"Sunlight... okay," the courier agreed readily enough, knowing better than to question the whims of the gods. And since it didn't have to be very big that made it even easier. He took the offered vial and measured its size with a quick eye before the apology stopped him and was torn between a sigh and a scowl. "Yeah, well... Just be smarter about it next time, okay? At least get supplies in Snowcloak afore headin' out in Deepfrost. Gloves from Torchline..." He shook his head in disgust at the flimsy goods that had been foisted on the good-natured painter, then cast around for a likely looking ice formation. The combination of the Bay and the season made that easier than it would have been elsewhere and Tal found a section of ice along the shore that the sunlight gleamed down on, filtering into the shallow water below.
The courier stretched out on his stomach to carefully crack a long sliver of ice free with his Dagger. He slid it into the vial and then wriggled painstakingly backwards until he felt the black sand and white snow under his toes again before he stood up and trotted back to shore with Harper's prize.
"Ready when you are," he called out hopefully.
Not if it meant standing around in the cold any longer than they had to, at least. Harper was putting his fingers in genuine danger and Tal didn't want to bother Ru with Healing the golden retriever chatterbox. She'd eat him alive!
"Sunlight... okay," the courier agreed readily enough, knowing better than to question the whims of the gods. And since it didn't have to be very big that made it even easier. He took the offered vial and measured its size with a quick eye before the apology stopped him and was torn between a sigh and a scowl. "Yeah, well... Just be smarter about it next time, okay? At least get supplies in Snowcloak afore headin' out in Deepfrost. Gloves from Torchline..." He shook his head in disgust at the flimsy goods that had been foisted on the good-natured painter, then cast around for a likely looking ice formation. The combination of the Bay and the season made that easier than it would have been elsewhere and Tal found a section of ice along the shore that the sunlight gleamed down on, filtering into the shallow water below.
The courier stretched out on his stomach to carefully crack a long sliver of ice free with his Dagger. He slid it into the vial and then wriggled painstakingly backwards until he felt the black sand and white snow under his toes again before he stood up and trotted back to shore with Harper's prize.
"Ready when you are," he called out hopefully.
