"Oh shit!" Tal looked over his shoulder sharply at the unexpected voice, taking in her pale appearance and then the dirt that clung to her coat. "Fuckin' hail, sorry about that," he mumbled, pausing in his digging. His hands tightened on the shovel as he turned properly around to face her, unsure whether to let go or offer to help, and in the end doing neither as the woman cleaned herself off and straightened up again.
Boreal had opened one pale eye to appraise the newcomer, snorting sleepily at the same time that Tal did at the question, the two in synch with each other even when one was half-asleep. "It's a 'she' an' you're not gonna have much choice," he said, giving the Ancient fair warning.
Indeed, the dragon was already wriggling her way out from the bench so she could stretch and give a jaw-cracking yawn of her broad, blunt muzzle. As she shook herself out and rose to her full height, her shoulders were the same height as Tal's hip and she was solidly muscled with a thick neck and deep chest. She ambled over to Maea and promptly began to sniff at the woman's pockets with friendly optimism that one of them might contain a treat she could cadge. "Her name's Boreal," he offered, a little wary of this ghostly newcomer in Mourn. "An' she just ate a couple hours ago, so don't believe her actin' hungry." Though of course, she always had room for treats!
Boreal had opened one pale eye to appraise the newcomer, snorting sleepily at the same time that Tal did at the question, the two in synch with each other even when one was half-asleep. "It's a 'she' an' you're not gonna have much choice," he said, giving the Ancient fair warning.
Indeed, the dragon was already wriggling her way out from the bench so she could stretch and give a jaw-cracking yawn of her broad, blunt muzzle. As she shook herself out and rose to her full height, her shoulders were the same height as Tal's hip and she was solidly muscled with a thick neck and deep chest. She ambled over to Maea and promptly began to sniff at the woman's pockets with friendly optimism that one of them might contain a treat she could cadge. "Her name's Boreal," he offered, a little wary of this ghostly newcomer in Mourn. "An' she just ate a couple hours ago, so don't believe her actin' hungry." Though of course, she always had room for treats!
