Tal blinked away, temporarily blinded as the light of the fire caught him by surprise. He cleared his vision in time to see the flock of butterflies spin around them and his dark brows rose in shock. "...Huh. Guess you've been practicin'?" To put it mildly.
He shook his head ruefully at her glee and busied himself with putting away his fire striking materials while they talked and he asked about her new duties. Apparently it was a lot more work than he'd thought, and his nose wrinkled up in dismay as she explained the responsibilities. Those sounded a lot less fun than cucumber sandwiches, but someone had to do it, right? And better her than him!
Dygra was a lot more interesting than herding cats, and Tal pursued that question with a lot more personal interest. When she explained what she'd asked for he squinted at her, trying to imagine the slightly shabby woman in a nice dress and having trouble with the details. Especially the boots. She definitely needed better footwear if she was going to be representing a region!
Of course, there was more to making blessed armor than just picking out a good base. The courier snorted as she sighed and leaned back so the light caught the flecks in the flexible black stone of his own Vest. "Yeah, too bad y'don't know anyone who's got armor," he teased, pretending to commiserate with her. "Want me t'ask around an' see if I can find someone for ya?"
He shook his head ruefully at her glee and busied himself with putting away his fire striking materials while they talked and he asked about her new duties. Apparently it was a lot more work than he'd thought, and his nose wrinkled up in dismay as she explained the responsibilities. Those sounded a lot less fun than cucumber sandwiches, but someone had to do it, right? And better her than him!
Dygra was a lot more interesting than herding cats, and Tal pursued that question with a lot more personal interest. When she explained what she'd asked for he squinted at her, trying to imagine the slightly shabby woman in a nice dress and having trouble with the details. Especially the boots. She definitely needed better footwear if she was going to be representing a region!
Of course, there was more to making blessed armor than just picking out a good base. The courier snorted as she sighed and leaned back so the light caught the flecks in the flexible black stone of his own Vest. "Yeah, too bad y'don't know anyone who's got armor," he teased, pretending to commiserate with her. "Want me t'ask around an' see if I can find someone for ya?"
