Tal didn't even notice Finn stepping back; not the best self-preservation instinct, perhaps, but Boreal was padding up from behind them to see what had her companion all a-goggle. The courier continued to watch the undead beastie and its unfortunate dinner with disgusted fascination and a healthy dose of fear while the dragon peered over the edge as well. A tendril of desire on a hopeful question mark floated through their bond and Tal murmured distractedly: "No, you can't eat it."
At which point the dragon lost all interest in the Ghost Whale and went back to sit by Finn.
"Star whales sound nicer than ghost whales," the courier opined distractedly. "Though the flyin' thing might be kind of dangerous around skyships. There aren't any sky sharks or moon sharks or anythin' like that around here, too, right?"
At which point the dragon lost all interest in the Ghost Whale and went back to sit by Finn.
"Star whales sound nicer than ghost whales," the courier opined distractedly. "Though the flyin' thing might be kind of dangerous around skyships. There aren't any sky sharks or moon sharks or anythin' like that around here, too, right?"
