"Oh? That's a pain - I hope it wasn't successful. We had to keep the thing at my place for a couple of days before ferrying it off to The Last Whisper with the other fauna, and that was rough." Wrinkling his nose at the memory, it's unfortunate that their present situation isn't much better when it comes to cheering him up - close, narrow spaced filled with water don't exactly delight him.
Tilting his head at the explanation, it makes sense to Fox, though he can only offer a gentle shrug in response to Tal's words. "You planning on moving to the Grounds?" he asks, naturally curious; it would make sense, with wanting to build a shrine there to the Old Gods. Why else would the courier be bothered with such a thing?
"Rae's what?" Fox begins, before the geckoloth is suddenly cornered and all their hard work is about to become charcoal. "Whoa, hey--" Wading forward automatically, Fox puts himself in the line of fire between the creature and Boreal - it's not like the fire will harm him, after all. And maybe the distraction will let him corral the creature into the terrarium he's brought.
Tilting his head at the explanation, it makes sense to Fox, though he can only offer a gentle shrug in response to Tal's words. "You planning on moving to the Grounds?" he asks, naturally curious; it would make sense, with wanting to build a shrine there to the Old Gods. Why else would the courier be bothered with such a thing?
"Rae's what?" Fox begins, before the geckoloth is suddenly cornered and all their hard work is about to become charcoal. "Whoa, hey--" Wading forward automatically, Fox puts himself in the line of fire between the creature and Boreal - it's not like the fire will harm him, after all. And maybe the distraction will let him corral the creature into the terrarium he's brought.
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
