"I mean, usually I'd say it's never th'wrong season for sleddin' in Halo," Tal said wryly, pulling his string far to the right to make the kite do a zooming dip before releasing it back to center before it could stall out and crash. "But Flowerbirth's been weird this year. All warm an' muddy an'... stuff." He managed to correct himself in time, keeping a lid on his casual swearing for once as they kept the topics more light than not. "Not that it's a bad thing! Gods know we need a thaw. But it's takin' some gettin' used to." And he didn't envy his sister Alexia on this year's dogsled run across the Tundra!
For all that Tal had a fair hand for drafting, he'd never been inspired to draw for art's sake. Carving wood or scrimshaw, sure, but sketching or painting something that wasn't a blueprint for building a better sled or improvements to the Peregrine? It had never really occurred to him, and he listened avidly to Soh's description of her own creations. "Your maps are pretty amazin'," he agreed. "Didn't realize y'sold the plants an' animals separate, though. That's pretty neat. Hail, I've got a friend in Halo who does art, too. Been tryin' t'convince her t'sell some o' her paintin's. Maybe y'could go into business t'gether," he suggested with a cheeky grin. "What's your best-sellin' piece?"
For all that Tal had a fair hand for drafting, he'd never been inspired to draw for art's sake. Carving wood or scrimshaw, sure, but sketching or painting something that wasn't a blueprint for building a better sled or improvements to the Peregrine? It had never really occurred to him, and he listened avidly to Soh's description of her own creations. "Your maps are pretty amazin'," he agreed. "Didn't realize y'sold the plants an' animals separate, though. That's pretty neat. Hail, I've got a friend in Halo who does art, too. Been tryin' t'convince her t'sell some o' her paintin's. Maybe y'could go into business t'gether," he suggested with a cheeky grin. "What's your best-sellin' piece?"
