As the keel lifted safely above the treeline Tal was able to relax a little. He leveled the little ship off and took a look around to make sure they were the only thing of size in the sky, but aside from a few birds and one mischievous Boreal the air was theirs. He had been thinking of his and her broad leathery pinions, utterly oblivious to Sohalia's abilities when he'd made his quip, but it held true for others of his friends who were Attuned.
"It's not silly," he tried to reassure her, though his voice was gruff with pleasure at her confidence in him, and his ears warmed with a faint flush beneath his dark hair. "I dunno if it's happened somewhere else... but it's good t'be prepared for th'worst case. Y'can't do that if you don't worry about it at least a little bit." He shrugged uncomfortably and tied off the wheel before stepping up to the mast to fuss with the sails and set them better for the breeze.
Soh's sudden burst of questions brought a quick, bright grin to the courier's face. "That's what she's named for, yeah, an' maybe she's not as fast as a real one, but she's got speed! She can't carry as much canvas as the two-an'-three mast-ers, but she's light as thistledown an' runs like quicksilver in front of a stiff wind." He tightened up one of the smaller sails and moved to adjust its mate. "What's your favorite kind o' bird?"
"It's not silly," he tried to reassure her, though his voice was gruff with pleasure at her confidence in him, and his ears warmed with a faint flush beneath his dark hair. "I dunno if it's happened somewhere else... but it's good t'be prepared for th'worst case. Y'can't do that if you don't worry about it at least a little bit." He shrugged uncomfortably and tied off the wheel before stepping up to the mast to fuss with the sails and set them better for the breeze.
Soh's sudden burst of questions brought a quick, bright grin to the courier's face. "That's what she's named for, yeah, an' maybe she's not as fast as a real one, but she's got speed! She can't carry as much canvas as the two-an'-three mast-ers, but she's light as thistledown an' runs like quicksilver in front of a stiff wind." He tightened up one of the smaller sails and moved to adjust its mate. "What's your favorite kind o' bird?"
