Tal knew better than to imply any of his friends might need help. He knew how prickly he got when someone did such a thing about him--
But this was Soh, and she didn't have the layers of grouchy hackles that Tal had built up over a childhood of solitude and a chosen trade that, until recently, had been a solitary one. (Excepting Boreal, who made sure she was never forgotten or far from her human companion.) So Tal just gave a half-hearted nod at Jude's words, and a more sincere one when he pointed out that her map was still woefully blank. "Yeah," he chipped in, gruff but making an effort to be supportive of both his friend and his future apprentice. "Can't quit now. Job's not done yet."
Boreal trotted over to lean against Soh's hip, crooning soft affection for the girl that Tal was afraid to show when he was covered in quicksand and she was still relatively clean. The dragon was far from stirling herself, but she had fewer qualms about the dirt than the humans around her seemed to.
Soon enough they were back on track, Tal pointing out a few uniquely twisted trees that they could use as markers from time to time until the silence was broken by--
"Huh. Never heard that one before," the courier admitted. "Guess we should check it out. Case we need t'put a warnin' on th'map for other travelers." Because whatever it was, it was probably bad... at least in Tal's experience with weird noises in the Feverlands.
Tal suggests checking it out!
...just not with very much enthusiasm.
But this was Soh, and she didn't have the layers of grouchy hackles that Tal had built up over a childhood of solitude and a chosen trade that, until recently, had been a solitary one. (Excepting Boreal, who made sure she was never forgotten or far from her human companion.) So Tal just gave a half-hearted nod at Jude's words, and a more sincere one when he pointed out that her map was still woefully blank. "Yeah," he chipped in, gruff but making an effort to be supportive of both his friend and his future apprentice. "Can't quit now. Job's not done yet."
Boreal trotted over to lean against Soh's hip, crooning soft affection for the girl that Tal was afraid to show when he was covered in quicksand and she was still relatively clean. The dragon was far from stirling herself, but she had fewer qualms about the dirt than the humans around her seemed to.
Soon enough they were back on track, Tal pointing out a few uniquely twisted trees that they could use as markers from time to time until the silence was broken by--
"Huh. Never heard that one before," the courier admitted. "Guess we should check it out. Case we need t'put a warnin' on th'map for other travelers." Because whatever it was, it was probably bad... at least in Tal's experience with weird noises in the Feverlands.
Tal suggests checking it out!
...just not with very much enthusiasm.
