"Yeah, sounds good t'me..." Tal mumbled his agreement, distracted by the twitchy little tail and his own twitchy little questions. He glanced back at the allogator as his stick caught on something and didn't move the way he wanted it to, realizing belatedly where he'd been poking it. Boreal gave a mighty heave on the tail with a happy growl, jerking the gator a solid three inches across the muddy turf and freeing it from the courier's desecrations, and he hurriedly dropped the offending stick as Fox answered.
And what an answer it was.
"Whoa, really?" There'd been rumors, of course, but... "What's it like? We don't really get many--" Or any, really "Ancients in Halo. D'you really eat fire an' have acid for blood?" Among other wild stories about the forgotten race that had resurfaced after the War.
And what an answer it was.
"Whoa, really?" There'd been rumors, of course, but... "What's it like? We don't really get many--" Or any, really "Ancients in Halo. D'you really eat fire an' have acid for blood?" Among other wild stories about the forgotten race that had resurfaced after the War.
