Tal's scowl deepened as he tried to guess what the crows were doing so deep in the caverns. He figured they'd either found something to torment, or something to eat, and either way he wasn't eager to meet them. But if the healing waters could help his ankle at all... The courier winced as he put too much weight on the foot, and Boreal huffed warningly as she shifted to compensate for the increased weight on her withers.
Questions of why and how the hell were momentarily brushed away at the image the creature's name conjured. Tal whistled low and quiet, impressed in spite of himself. "What're molten tigers like? An' why d'you think Safrin likes Torchline so much, anyways?" Not that Halo went entirely unregarded; Frey had their own interest in the land of eternal snow as of late, and Tal could appreciate a deity's generosity when it didn't come with more ice attached.
Questions of why and how the hell were momentarily brushed away at the image the creature's name conjured. Tal whistled low and quiet, impressed in spite of himself. "What're molten tigers like? An' why d'you think Safrin likes Torchline so much, anyways?" Not that Halo went entirely unregarded; Frey had their own interest in the land of eternal snow as of late, and Tal could appreciate a deity's generosity when it didn't come with more ice attached.
