While Tal was surreptitiously trying to wrestle a piece of the old rope railing away from his dragon so it could be disposed of - much to Boreal's absolute delight - Noah and Flora took their choices of transport, leaving him with a rock and a hard place. Or at least, fragile glass and a annoyingly wispy, hard-to-wrangle place.
And while he had plenty of experience transporting fragile cargo on the Peregrine, he had a lot more experience with wrangling, as his companion was currently demonstrating.
And he refused to admit that she was winning.
"Um. I can try an' haul th' Wheat thatch," he offered, taking the address from the king's webbed hand and frowning down at it thoughtfully. "Hey, can I get a hand over here?" The ones who answered the courier's call were mostly there because they seemed to be taking pity on him more than anything else, but he wasn't going to argue with results!
Dragging Boreal by her new favorite rope toy, Tal led his merry band to their designated storehouse!
Tal picks Thatch!
And while he had plenty of experience transporting fragile cargo on the Peregrine, he had a lot more experience with wrangling, as his companion was currently demonstrating.
And he refused to admit that she was winning.
"Um. I can try an' haul th' Wheat thatch," he offered, taking the address from the king's webbed hand and frowning down at it thoughtfully. "Hey, can I get a hand over here?" The ones who answered the courier's call were mostly there because they seemed to be taking pity on him more than anything else, but he wasn't going to argue with results!
Dragging Boreal by her new favorite rope toy, Tal led his merry band to their designated storehouse!
Tal picks Thatch!
