Oh boy, from Stormbreak to the Hollowed Grounds he'd gone from storm to storm. Tal thought longingly of Halo's weird but calm warmth and the dry skies over King's End as he slogged through the mud to deliver his precious cargo.
Well, the farmer hadn't slammed her door in his face, at least, as she accepted the parcel and given him a curt, damp thanks. Not that the courier could blame her; this weather would make even a saint grumpy after a few weeks! He shook the rain out of his bangs and pulled the cowl of his rainslicker tighter around his chin, glad he could at least keep the rain out of his eyes with his Goggles.
It was the light that caught his eye as he slipped out the farmstead's gate, a holy glow that rose up in spite of the rain, gleaming and clean in spite of the mud that mired every other thing in the Grounds. Boreal, her glacial pale scales currently a dubious brown, caroled happily and splashed towards it, her curious companion following in her wake at a slower and less messy pace.
"Hey, Noah!" he called out, brightening at seeing the Sentinel again. "What're you, uh... doin'? An' d'you need any help?" Remembering his last promise to his friend he looked from his hands to the muddy ground, clearly seeing the distance between their abilities: one mortal and one not.
Well, the farmer hadn't slammed her door in his face, at least, as she accepted the parcel and given him a curt, damp thanks. Not that the courier could blame her; this weather would make even a saint grumpy after a few weeks! He shook the rain out of his bangs and pulled the cowl of his rainslicker tighter around his chin, glad he could at least keep the rain out of his eyes with his Goggles.
It was the light that caught his eye as he slipped out the farmstead's gate, a holy glow that rose up in spite of the rain, gleaming and clean in spite of the mud that mired every other thing in the Grounds. Boreal, her glacial pale scales currently a dubious brown, caroled happily and splashed towards it, her curious companion following in her wake at a slower and less messy pace.
"Hey, Noah!" he called out, brightening at seeing the Sentinel again. "What're you, uh... doin'? An' d'you need any help?" Remembering his last promise to his friend he looked from his hands to the muddy ground, clearly seeing the distance between their abilities: one mortal and one not.
