When it looked like Deimos had finished getting the new plant settled, Tal admired the finished project and gave Boreal a satisfied pat on her head as she leaned heavily against his leg and demanded scritches from his free hand as reward for her hunting prowess. He was happy to oblige her as he listened to the fragments of Deimos's life that the General shared, curious and fascinated by the tales of other worlds. "Huh. At least you ended up here with a friend!" Even a sister-like friend. Though Tal didn't even want to think about being plucked out of his life on Caido and dropped in another world, even if he wasn't completely alone in the process.
That was nightmare fuel, was what it was.
The question brought a sheepish grin to the courier's face and he scrubbed the scales between his dragon's horns a little harder. "I mean, there's always been a traveling trader or courier in the Seawrights. Just about every generation. My older sisters are pretty much homebodies, though, so we always knew they'd be inheriting the store. Me an' Lexi got our aunt's itchy feet, but between the two of us..." He shrugged unrepentently. "I don't care much for bein' inside. Or dealin' with people all day. Just me an' the team, out on an open trail... there's nothin' better in the whole world than racin' the wind over the snow, you know?" And Deimos did know. Tal knew that from their previous journeys and races over Tundra and Sea. "Just made sense to apprentice to my aunt when I was old enough to hang on to the back of a sled." Family duty and tradition, but one the youngest Seawright might have chosen even if it hadn't been offered to him on an icy platter.
That was nightmare fuel, was what it was.
The question brought a sheepish grin to the courier's face and he scrubbed the scales between his dragon's horns a little harder. "I mean, there's always been a traveling trader or courier in the Seawrights. Just about every generation. My older sisters are pretty much homebodies, though, so we always knew they'd be inheriting the store. Me an' Lexi got our aunt's itchy feet, but between the two of us..." He shrugged unrepentently. "I don't care much for bein' inside. Or dealin' with people all day. Just me an' the team, out on an open trail... there's nothin' better in the whole world than racin' the wind over the snow, you know?" And Deimos did know. Tal knew that from their previous journeys and races over Tundra and Sea. "Just made sense to apprentice to my aunt when I was old enough to hang on to the back of a sled." Family duty and tradition, but one the youngest Seawright might have chosen even if it hadn't been offered to him on an icy platter.
