Some deliveries were easier than others, being near to the docks or at least to the courier station he'd built between the town and Jack Tar Landing to facilitate his business. Some were definitely less convenient, being located way out in the middle of nowhere and requiring a lengthy trek to find the recipient. Today's was in the middle; not out in the Wilds, at least, but in one of the least accessible parts of the Grounds.
Tal heaved a heavy sigh, looking tired but sharp-eyed as he trotted back from his errand. There were allogators in the waters around the Brambles; he and Fox had run into a particularly big one the first time they'd met. And then there were the void flowers and beasties that could catch a man unawares if he wasn't careful. Boreal was flying overhead, theoretically keeping an eye out from the air, but sometimes he wondered...
And right on cue there was a cheerful carol of draconic greeting from above before the big, glacier-scaled companion plummeted from the sky to splash into the water nearby. She emerged with a big, fat fish flopping in her muzzle and climbed out onto the shore near Maea, grumbling happily to see the Ancient. Tal changed his direction so he could peer down the embankment, dark hair tousled by the wind and the sunlight glinting off the mica flecks in his dapper black stone vest. "Boreal, what're you-- oh! Hey, Maea," he called, the fond exasperation for his dragon turning to a more cautious greeting for the Ancient, unsure where they stood after their conversation about the proposed shrine.
Tal heaved a heavy sigh, looking tired but sharp-eyed as he trotted back from his errand. There were allogators in the waters around the Brambles; he and Fox had run into a particularly big one the first time they'd met. And then there were the void flowers and beasties that could catch a man unawares if he wasn't careful. Boreal was flying overhead, theoretically keeping an eye out from the air, but sometimes he wondered...
And right on cue there was a cheerful carol of draconic greeting from above before the big, glacier-scaled companion plummeted from the sky to splash into the water nearby. She emerged with a big, fat fish flopping in her muzzle and climbed out onto the shore near Maea, grumbling happily to see the Ancient. Tal changed his direction so he could peer down the embankment, dark hair tousled by the wind and the sunlight glinting off the mica flecks in his dapper black stone vest. "Boreal, what're you-- oh! Hey, Maea," he called, the fond exasperation for his dragon turning to a more cautious greeting for the Ancient, unsure where they stood after their conversation about the proposed shrine.
