"Maea, huh? Well, uh. Good t'meet you... I guess. 'm Tal Seawright," he offered back gruffly, unable to rub the back of his neck due to the rosebush balanced precariously in his arms, but twitching as if he was trying to anyways. "Courier. From Hal-- uh. King's... End?" There was uncertainty in the last part, a strangeness of the words on his tongue that he couldn't quite accept the shape of yet. His nose wrinkled as he considered the damn shade that had worn his father's face when the man was long past burned and his ashes scattered in Halo, where Tal should have been, and the scowl started to fall back into well-worn lines--
Huff!
Tal blinked and looked down at the pale dragon who ambled over to bump her horned head against his hip, rumbling reassurance. Pulled from his preoccupation, he returned the huff in kind; a sharp inhalation and equally sharp breath out, expelling a little more of his frustration as he carried the bush over to the messy hole and knelt to lower it in.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, good thinkin'. An', uh... thanks. For doin' th' diggin'," he added awkwardly, keeping his eyes very intently focused downward in an attempt to not further jam his foot any farther in his mouth than it had already gone.
Lacking any such concerns like 'shame' or 'embarrassment' or worries about why the two people were so carefully not looking at each other, Boreal ambled her way over to Maea to lean heavily against the pale Ancient's side, giving her the biggest, saddest dragon eyes and offering her horned head for scratches.
Huff!
Tal blinked and looked down at the pale dragon who ambled over to bump her horned head against his hip, rumbling reassurance. Pulled from his preoccupation, he returned the huff in kind; a sharp inhalation and equally sharp breath out, expelling a little more of his frustration as he carried the bush over to the messy hole and knelt to lower it in.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, good thinkin'. An', uh... thanks. For doin' th' diggin'," he added awkwardly, keeping his eyes very intently focused downward in an attempt to not further jam his foot any farther in his mouth than it had already gone.
Lacking any such concerns like 'shame' or 'embarrassment' or worries about why the two people were so carefully not looking at each other, Boreal ambled her way over to Maea to lean heavily against the pale Ancient's side, giving her the biggest, saddest dragon eyes and offering her horned head for scratches.
