"Huh? Oh, sorry, I'm Tal. An' this is Boreal," the courier responded to Edmund, blinking at the ... warning? Threat? About the little black... void... thing... floating around. "Does it even have a mouth?" he asked, genuinely curious. Boreal sniffed Splat curiously, also clearly trying to decide if the swirly black spot fell into the 'food' or 'friend' category.
Luckily Dantalion came along to give her a good dusting and the big dragon wriggled happily, rumbling her approval and following him around until they'd finished round one.
At which point Tal realized his companion wasn't going to let him leave so long as there was so much free entertainment to be had. He heaved a long-suffering sigh, figuring that Infirmary trip could wait a little longer, and gave a glum nod to Danta's next instructions. "I can find some sticks, I guess," he offered with his usual graciousness. "An' Boreal can light 'em up for us. Right, girl?" The mental image of fire shared between them earned an eager rumble of approval from the dragon, and Tal managed to coax her to come with him and hunt down old, broken down furniture in other parts of the Temple that they could break down further into the requested kindling.
Soon enough he had several good piles, and once Edmund was finished cleaning out the fireplaces he arranged the kindling with the precision and care of a native Halovian. Once he was done he stood back and unleashed Boreal on the unsuspecting wood, the hefty dragon romping from one fireplace to the next and lighting them up with gusto.
Tal gathers kindling and Boreal lights the fires!
Luckily Dantalion came along to give her a good dusting and the big dragon wriggled happily, rumbling her approval and following him around until they'd finished round one.
At which point Tal realized his companion wasn't going to let him leave so long as there was so much free entertainment to be had. He heaved a long-suffering sigh, figuring that Infirmary trip could wait a little longer, and gave a glum nod to Danta's next instructions. "I can find some sticks, I guess," he offered with his usual graciousness. "An' Boreal can light 'em up for us. Right, girl?" The mental image of fire shared between them earned an eager rumble of approval from the dragon, and Tal managed to coax her to come with him and hunt down old, broken down furniture in other parts of the Temple that they could break down further into the requested kindling.
Soon enough he had several good piles, and once Edmund was finished cleaning out the fireplaces he arranged the kindling with the precision and care of a native Halovian. Once he was done he stood back and unleashed Boreal on the unsuspecting wood, the hefty dragon romping from one fireplace to the next and lighting them up with gusto.
Tal gathers kindling and Boreal lights the fires!
