"Special delivery for the General," a familiar voice rang out as a pale dragon circled lazily overhead. The dragon angled downward, rumbling a warble of greeting as she banked in for a landing in the soft snow, and a few minutes later her companion trotted towards the wall surrounding the Citadel and the various weapons of war under repair there.
Tal grinned and ducked his head at the laughing calls of greeting that rang out from some of the soldiers, pleased at the recognition even if he didn't know quite how to respond beyond an awkward wave of his free hand.
The other carried an insulated bag from which the occasional wisp of steam escaped as he slowed to a halt beside his friend and threw a tolerable attempt at a salute, wrinkling his nose as he looked up at the taller man and tried to keep a solemn expression on his face. "You're gonna want t'sit down for this one," he suggested, pale eyes merry and bright.
Tal grinned and ducked his head at the laughing calls of greeting that rang out from some of the soldiers, pleased at the recognition even if he didn't know quite how to respond beyond an awkward wave of his free hand.
The other carried an insulated bag from which the occasional wisp of steam escaped as he slowed to a halt beside his friend and threw a tolerable attempt at a salute, wrinkling his nose as he looked up at the taller man and tried to keep a solemn expression on his face. "You're gonna want t'sit down for this one," he suggested, pale eyes merry and bright.
