I'm afraid that Tal had been thinking (a dangerous past time, I know), and what he'd concluded after days of mulling it over while he'd brought Sohalia safely home from their latest jaunt out to Hak Etme was that he really needed to do something about the way he suffered in the hotter regions.
Boreal had hardly seemed to mind, fire breather that she was, but the courier was less hardy and he could only take so much heat. So bright and early the next morning he'd gotten directions to the most nature-y shrine in the city and made his way into the Celestine, where the dew still glimmered on the leaves, shimmering in the strange eternal twilight of the gardens.
It felt oddly appropriate, since an aspect of Frey had once saved his life in this place. He was going to have to look up Finn to say hello before he headed back...
Ah, but he digressed. Trying to stay focused on the bountiful god as he placed his offerings on the altar, Tal fiddled with the basket of piping hot scones, fresh from the baker's oven, and the little jars of honey and jam he set out beside them. Boreal was off chasing Speaking Squirrels somewhere in a nearby enclosure, caroling happily as she'd nearly catch one and then slow down to let it escape so they could keep playing.
"Hey, Frey. I was hopin' maybe you could put a li'l extra blessing on my Frostbite Cuff. Make it so the heat doesn't bother me anymore'n th'cold does now. Please?"
Not a leveling quest turn in, just a normal prayer thread
Boreal had hardly seemed to mind, fire breather that she was, but the courier was less hardy and he could only take so much heat. So bright and early the next morning he'd gotten directions to the most nature-y shrine in the city and made his way into the Celestine, where the dew still glimmered on the leaves, shimmering in the strange eternal twilight of the gardens.
It felt oddly appropriate, since an aspect of Frey had once saved his life in this place. He was going to have to look up Finn to say hello before he headed back...
Ah, but he digressed. Trying to stay focused on the bountiful god as he placed his offerings on the altar, Tal fiddled with the basket of piping hot scones, fresh from the baker's oven, and the little jars of honey and jam he set out beside them. Boreal was off chasing Speaking Squirrels somewhere in a nearby enclosure, caroling happily as she'd nearly catch one and then slow down to let it escape so they could keep playing.
"Hey, Frey. I was hopin' maybe you could put a li'l extra blessing on my Frostbite Cuff. Make it so the heat doesn't bother me anymore'n th'cold does now. Please?"
Not a leveling quest turn in, just a normal prayer thread
