[SE] From dust to dust

K O A

and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers

"I'll take blindfolded fighting any day," Koa counters with a laugh, folding his arms behind his head as he leans back in the pew. "Heck, that's just a normal Tuesday for me." At the idea that Frey would be Tal's favorite, the boy raises a brow. "Oh? Wouldn't have pegged you for Frey worshipper." There's a new amount of speculation in his face as he glances back toward Talyson, though it quickly devolves into understanding as realization strikes. "Wait- or do you mean nature  Frey? Eh. Not my kinds of birds and bees." He shrugs dismissively, though not without a laugh.

Again there's something akin to disappointment as Talyson pulls out not his dick, but a knife. Not that Koa's been particularly keen to get the Messenger undressed, but it certainly would have made for an interesting afternoon. Instead the Dragoon watches in bemusement as Tal pours dust (?) onto the unsheathed blade, then begins to rub it into the metal as though it were polish.

"I get the impression the heralds are pretty weapon friendly." He leans forward to inspect more closely, swiping a bit of dust onto his fingertip. Raising it up to his face, the young man inspects the grime with interest, rubbing the grains between his fingers. "What's this quest for, then? Gonna give your enemies sneezing fits?"

in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone