Tal hunched his shoulders against the thunder, but not even the loud rumbling could tear his fascinated attention away from the Sentinel's words. He knew so little about the Ancient's goddess - and the Ancients themselves - that every scrap of information was interesting.
"Yeah," Tal agreed, quietly but fervently to Noah's unspoken words as he chewed his lip. "I mean, most of 'em I've met seem alright? 'Cept for the blood thing. Not a big fan of that." He shrugged uncomfortably and then winced as a trickle of water slipped down inside his poncho. "Thanks for the heads up, though. I haven't really been sure what t'think o' her."
Lightning flashed across the clouds overhead and Tal gave it a brief scowl as they came to their next stop. He wasn't sure how Noah could stand it day after day, and his respect for the Sentinel's fortitude and steadfast loyalty to Vi went up another notch, oblivious as to why his friend had no choice in the matter. The distraction of his new station and the supplies Noah needed were welcome, and the mention of a bouquet had his expression lightening back to thoughtful. "Should be plenty o' wildflowers in th'Greatwood. An' I can get someone there t'put a healin' charm on 'em t'keep 'em fresh for th'run t'Halo from there."
Squaring his shoulders, he went down again, pressing hand and ring to the earth and sending his Mastered healing in a burst through the land. In spite of the mud he managed to flash Noah a grin. "An' y'already paid me in plenty with all this extra healin'! I bet I won't catch a cold for th'rest o' the season now!"
"Yeah," Tal agreed, quietly but fervently to Noah's unspoken words as he chewed his lip. "I mean, most of 'em I've met seem alright? 'Cept for the blood thing. Not a big fan of that." He shrugged uncomfortably and then winced as a trickle of water slipped down inside his poncho. "Thanks for the heads up, though. I haven't really been sure what t'think o' her."
Lightning flashed across the clouds overhead and Tal gave it a brief scowl as they came to their next stop. He wasn't sure how Noah could stand it day after day, and his respect for the Sentinel's fortitude and steadfast loyalty to Vi went up another notch, oblivious as to why his friend had no choice in the matter. The distraction of his new station and the supplies Noah needed were welcome, and the mention of a bouquet had his expression lightening back to thoughtful. "Should be plenty o' wildflowers in th'Greatwood. An' I can get someone there t'put a healin' charm on 'em t'keep 'em fresh for th'run t'Halo from there."
Squaring his shoulders, he went down again, pressing hand and ring to the earth and sending his Mastered healing in a burst through the land. In spite of the mud he managed to flash Noah a grin. "An' y'already paid me in plenty with all this extra healin'! I bet I won't catch a cold for th'rest o' the season now!"
