Tal sat back and dusted his hands off, admiring his work tolerable, though far from a cultivational masterpiece before he turned his impish grin on Deimos. "Bragging rights, mostly. An' getting to pick dessert for the rest of LongNight." The latter had been more important as a child; the former, more important as he'd grown to youth and young adult.
The courier listened to Deimos with shining eyes, imagination stealing inspiration from Torchline's coast to build a picture of the General's lost home. For someone who had grown up dreaming of an unfettered sea when all he had known was ice-locked winter - and had dealt with his own share of bullying for his last name - Deimos had found at least one person who wouldn't make fun of such childhood games. "How did you catch 'em?" he asked eagerly instead - perhaps already considering a similar diversion the next time he was on the coast. "An' what was your record?"
The courier listened to Deimos with shining eyes, imagination stealing inspiration from Torchline's coast to build a picture of the General's lost home. For someone who had grown up dreaming of an unfettered sea when all he had known was ice-locked winter - and had dealt with his own share of bullying for his last name - Deimos had found at least one person who wouldn't make fun of such childhood games. "How did you catch 'em?" he asked eagerly instead - perhaps already considering a similar diversion the next time he was on the coast. "An' what was your record?"
