As much as Tal would have liked to tell Boreal to stop encouraging them, he was a little too busy feeling green around the gills at Danta's implication. He shot a suspicious glance at the slender blond, nose wrinkling as he tried to decide whether to be offended or to embrace his weeniness and get going while the getting was still good, but Boreal was busy soaking up the scritches with a happy rumble.
"Hey! Let's get goin'," he hissed at her when their host scampered briefly off, but the dragon pretended she couldn't hear him as she sniffed around the feet of the fire bowl instead, and so it was that the courier edged back into the Temple to try and grab her.
Gods, what must it be like to have a dragon the size of Sugar or Pip, who could just be picked up and held and carried away when they misbehaved?
...Probably lots of scratches on the arms and bite wounds on the hands, come to think of it, and Tal settled for snagging one of his big companion's curving horns just as Dantalion returned with the libations.
Well. He'd fallen off the sobriety wagon after the War, and if he was going to at least get a drink out of it, it'd be rude to refuse, right? Tal accepted a glass (sniffing the liquid dubiously to make sure it was definitely-wine) and then raised it hesitantly. "To, uh... Dygra, I guess? If that's your thing," he added to the toast, before taking a polite sip. And then a polite swallow. And then draining the glass because why the hail not?
"Look, it was, uh, nice meetin' y'both, but I gotta find that Infirmary," he apologized, handing the glass back and sidling towards the door, dragging his companion with him. "See you..."
Tal toasts Dygra and makes his escape!
"Hey! Let's get goin'," he hissed at her when their host scampered briefly off, but the dragon pretended she couldn't hear him as she sniffed around the feet of the fire bowl instead, and so it was that the courier edged back into the Temple to try and grab her.
Gods, what must it be like to have a dragon the size of Sugar or Pip, who could just be picked up and held and carried away when they misbehaved?
...Probably lots of scratches on the arms and bite wounds on the hands, come to think of it, and Tal settled for snagging one of his big companion's curving horns just as Dantalion returned with the libations.
Well. He'd fallen off the sobriety wagon after the War, and if he was going to at least get a drink out of it, it'd be rude to refuse, right? Tal accepted a glass (sniffing the liquid dubiously to make sure it was definitely-wine) and then raised it hesitantly. "To, uh... Dygra, I guess? If that's your thing," he added to the toast, before taking a polite sip. And then a polite swallow. And then draining the glass because why the hail not?
"Look, it was, uh, nice meetin' y'both, but I gotta find that Infirmary," he apologized, handing the glass back and sidling towards the door, dragging his companion with him. "See you..."
Tal toasts Dygra and makes his escape!
