The poetry was more than a little distracting and Tal kept darting curious glances at it while trying to focus on what the god was saying. It was easy to feel awe in the presence of (in Tal's humble opinion) divine physical perfection, but it didn't make for the easiest conversation partner. And just what was Their hand implying with all that belly-button teasing...?
Tal licked his lips, but then his face screwed up into a complicated expression as he was suddenly met with the unexpected theological conundrum of Vi's panties, twisted or otherwise, that had somehow never come up in his religious upbringing. It was the sort of mental image that momentarily derailed all other thought and for a moment Tal.exe locked up as his eyes glazed over.
Boreal sensed her human's battered and rather scruffy brain freezing over and she took matters into her own jaws, twisting her head around to take his hand in her teeth and biting down gently. Not enough to bleed, just enough to bring the courier back around in time to rejoin the conversation with his usual sparkling wit.
"Uh... really? Huh." He shook his head, prying his hand out of his dragon's jaws and surreptitiously checking to make sure he still had all his fingers. "But Dygra's not... not like th'Voice, right? She's not goin' t'try an' attack you guys an' your shrines like Ol' Sparky did?" His brow furrowed in consternation as he groped for a little reassurance in a world that had become dangerous enough under the influence of the Void without adding in a second godwar to the mix.
Tal licked his lips, but then his face screwed up into a complicated expression as he was suddenly met with the unexpected theological conundrum of Vi's panties, twisted or otherwise, that had somehow never come up in his religious upbringing. It was the sort of mental image that momentarily derailed all other thought and for a moment Tal.exe locked up as his eyes glazed over.
Boreal sensed her human's battered and rather scruffy brain freezing over and she took matters into her own jaws, twisting her head around to take his hand in her teeth and biting down gently. Not enough to bleed, just enough to bring the courier back around in time to rejoin the conversation with his usual sparkling wit.
"Uh... really? Huh." He shook his head, prying his hand out of his dragon's jaws and surreptitiously checking to make sure he still had all his fingers. "But Dygra's not... not like th'Voice, right? She's not goin' t'try an' attack you guys an' your shrines like Ol' Sparky did?" His brow furrowed in consternation as he groped for a little reassurance in a world that had become dangerous enough under the influence of the Void without adding in a second godwar to the mix.
