"Y'mean like what just happened to us?" They were out and into sunshine and fresh air again and that made it easier to joke - kind of - about the subterranean nightmare they'd somehow survived. Tal rolled his head to look at Fox a short ways across the sand from him, a weak grin kicking up the corner of his mouth at the seaweed the other man was removing from his hair.
Keep smiling, Tal. The courier had his own hair decorations to the tune of some brown kelp clinging to his shaggy mop that he hadn't realized yet.
"Yeah, well, join th'club. Meetin's're every other Wednesday at six sharp." He snorted and rolled his head back-- just in time to receive a facefull of dragon muzzle as his companion snorfled him over to make sure he was okay. "Aw, c'mon Boreal! Stop it!" He shoved her blunt, heavy head away and sat up, shaking the weeds out of his own hair with a grimace.
"So. Drinks? Maybe we can stick th'lizard under th'table an' no one will notice it."
Keep smiling, Tal. The courier had his own hair decorations to the tune of some brown kelp clinging to his shaggy mop that he hadn't realized yet.
"Yeah, well, join th'club. Meetin's're every other Wednesday at six sharp." He snorted and rolled his head back-- just in time to receive a facefull of dragon muzzle as his companion snorfled him over to make sure he was okay. "Aw, c'mon Boreal! Stop it!" He shoved her blunt, heavy head away and sat up, shaking the weeds out of his own hair with a grimace.
"So. Drinks? Maybe we can stick th'lizard under th'table an' no one will notice it."
