His scowl deepened as the string continued to mock him with its wicked wiles, but Sohalia reached over to help with fingers that had a gentler touch than his own. There was a time and a place for brute strength and a time and a place for subtlety, and this was definitely a time for the latter. In the end Tal found himself holding the strings like a cat's cradle, keeping them under light tension and holding them up for Sohalia's defter skills.
"Yeah... thanks," he mumbled with awkward gratitude, doing his best to be helpful and not make things worse. "You're pretty good at unsnaggin' these knots. Prob'ly get a lotta practice at it, leadin' like y'do, huh?" His scowl finally melted to a brief flash of a wry grin as the tangle fell away into two looping lines and he was finally able to retrieve their sticks, beginning to wind one of them carefully in preparation for launching the kites and leaving the other to Soh.
"Yeah... thanks," he mumbled with awkward gratitude, doing his best to be helpful and not make things worse. "You're pretty good at unsnaggin' these knots. Prob'ly get a lotta practice at it, leadin' like y'do, huh?" His scowl finally melted to a brief flash of a wry grin as the tangle fell away into two looping lines and he was finally able to retrieve their sticks, beginning to wind one of them carefully in preparation for launching the kites and leaving the other to Soh.
