The joke was on Thalassa when she shifted closer to Tal. Her threat might have been implicit to the dragon, though the courier didn't look particularly concerned. He'd dealt with enough bullies his entire life to recognize one now, and though his initial reaction was hard to overcome and made him jumpy, he'd faced down enough dangers and fights in recent years that once he had a chance to recover he felt confident in his ability to deal with her. On the other hand, Boreal had never hesitated to include her human in a little light mauling before, and she wasn't about to start now.
Sometimes she acted like including Tal in the 'fun' was a bonus.
Since she was behaving for the moment, however, he turned his attention back to the Ancient, dark brows rising at hearing the frigate's name. Her implication as to the fate of its captain hung heavy in the air between them and Tal wrinkled his nose in thought. "What, y'mean like... they got sick?" he hazarded a guess as to just how the previous captain had lost their capacity to helm their vessel. Their very colorfully named vessel, at that.
He was more than pleased to talk about his own ship, however, chest puffing back up with pride as confidence settled around his shoulders. "My Peregrine's a skyboat," he explained. "Nimble an' quick as her namesake. She c'n race th'sun an' outrun a storm an' there's hardly anywhere in Caido she can't go. Enchanted for me by th'gods themselves, back before th'War," he added, a touch smug and not bothering to hide it. "How long've you been sailin' your Marauder, then?" It was hard to tell with some of the Ancients, but he thought Thalassa looked younger than he did.
Sometimes she acted like including Tal in the 'fun' was a bonus.
Since she was behaving for the moment, however, he turned his attention back to the Ancient, dark brows rising at hearing the frigate's name. Her implication as to the fate of its captain hung heavy in the air between them and Tal wrinkled his nose in thought. "What, y'mean like... they got sick?" he hazarded a guess as to just how the previous captain had lost their capacity to helm their vessel. Their very colorfully named vessel, at that.
He was more than pleased to talk about his own ship, however, chest puffing back up with pride as confidence settled around his shoulders. "My Peregrine's a skyboat," he explained. "Nimble an' quick as her namesake. She c'n race th'sun an' outrun a storm an' there's hardly anywhere in Caido she can't go. Enchanted for me by th'gods themselves, back before th'War," he added, a touch smug and not bothering to hide it. "How long've you been sailin' your Marauder, then?" It was hard to tell with some of the Ancients, but he thought Thalassa looked younger than he did.
