we eat the moon

It was a dark and humid night as the skyship ghosted into port above the ocean far below. Tal's Goggles were firmly in place but that only helped for a little distance before he was back to relying on the wan moonlight. It had an oddly cold gleam to it tonight in spite of season and the courier shifted his bag uneasily on his shoulder as he glanced up at it again, waiting for the ship to be made fast and the gangplank to be run out.

Trotting down to the sturdy, motionless ground of Stormbreak (or at least the wooden pier of the skyport), Tal stretched up on his toes and then looked around. Boreal had been right behind him a moment ago...

Ah. The dragon was padding towards some poor soul sitting on a nearby bench. She dropped onto her haunches right in front of Finn and looked mournfully at the detective with the big eyes of a dragon who had never been fed. Not once. And wouldn't the nice human like to fix that?

Tal rolled his own eyes and walked over to tug on her horns. "Boreal, stop that. We've got- oh! Hey, Finn. Are you, uh... waitin' for me?" Tal blinked at the other man, nose wrinkled in confusion. The package wasn't for him this time, but Tal had been wanting to see his... friend? acquaintance? deductive mentor? again anyways.