Tal wasn't exactly a party kinda guy. Going to the Flowerbirth Ball had taken most of his social energy for the year, but he had a letter to deliver and though the recipient wasn't at home the neighbors had kindly (more or less) pointed Tal towards the beach. Pulling his broad-brimmed hat down a little further he sweated his way down to the ocean and came across what appeared to be a party in progress.
Oh. Joy.
The courier heaved a sigh and began asking around. He definitely wasn't dressed for the beach, but hail no he wasn't going to strip down and burn himself to a tender fried crisp. Besides, he was on business. Maybe after he delivered the letter, though, he could partake of some of those fancy drinks at the bar...
He caught a half-familiar face nearby and perked up, heading over to try and enlist a little help. "Hey, @Phoebe!" he called out, studiously trying to keep his eyes above her shoulders. "D'y'know if there's a 'Wendy Meadows' around here?"
Oh. Joy.
The courier heaved a sigh and began asking around. He definitely wasn't dressed for the beach, but hail no he wasn't going to strip down and burn himself to a tender fried crisp. Besides, he was on business. Maybe after he delivered the letter, though, he could partake of some of those fancy drinks at the bar...
He caught a half-familiar face nearby and perked up, heading over to try and enlist a little help. "Hey, @Phoebe!" he called out, studiously trying to keep his eyes above her shoulders. "D'y'know if there's a 'Wendy Meadows' around here?"
