[Training] Who am I without my armor?

Boreal was, indeed, very proud of the splash that she had made, chin lifted and a somehow jaunty angle to her serpentine tail. She ambled over to 'help' Maea by leaning against the pale woman's side, her own scales still damp, and pushing her horns under those clever fingers. The fish finally ceased its flopping as Tal appeared nearby.

"It's, uh... yeah. Kinda weird, huh?" He attempted an awkward and rather anemic smile as he slide down the bank to join her on the shore, moving towards them with cautious intention. Boreal snorted when she saw him coming and suddenly tossed her head, flipping the fish up and catching it so that it slid head-first and whole down her throat. All except for the tail, which she neatly bit off before it joined the rest of its body.

"Boreal! Bad dragon!" Tal scolded her, scrambling over in a sudden hurry and reaching for her jaws in a futile attempt to pry them open - far too late. "You're gonna choke on those lil bones, y'lunk," he chided her, half-frantic as they wrestled on the water's verge.

At least it broke the tension, and he spared Maea a distracted, sheepish glance and a shake of his scruffy head. "Nah, 'fraid not. Boreal's better at it'n I am. But, um. I've got some jerky, if you're hungry?" He never went anywhere without some. Whatever he didn't eat, his dragon would!