"Oooh, yeah, one o' those fuckers tried t'steal my ring!" Tal grumped indignantly at the memory of chasing it through the treacherous roots beneath Stormbreak. "Least I didn't see any big talons or beak on this thing." He scowled into the dark, following his dragon as Boreal kept them on the trail of their violet-infused quarry.
Fox's question was an equally good distraction, and Tal "ummed" thoughtfully, dark brows beetling together as he tried to dredge up the name. Giving it time to percolate, he threw a question of his own back, and heaved a none-too-subtle sigh of relief at having a solid answer from someone. "Yeah? Fair enough. I asked th'old gods about buildin' one an' Frey said I needed t'get permission from everyone there, first," he said, figuring he owed Fox an explanation.
"An' this place is Rae's...uh..." He hesitated, the name on the tip of his tongue. "Rae's... Sphincter, maybe?" That... that didn't sound right. That couldn't be right, could it? But the dark, dank depths that smelled of salt and rotting fish kinda maybe gave the name a certain tang of inspiration.
Boreal let out a sudden snort of predatory eagerness and lunged forward through water that was now ankle deep, bounding into a small cave that didn't appear to have any exits; a former bubble in the magma that had once carved out the tunnels. She tilted her head up at the ceiling, nostrils flaring wide as she started to draw breath for the classic draconic recipe for geckoloth a flambé.
Fox's question was an equally good distraction, and Tal "ummed" thoughtfully, dark brows beetling together as he tried to dredge up the name. Giving it time to percolate, he threw a question of his own back, and heaved a none-too-subtle sigh of relief at having a solid answer from someone. "Yeah? Fair enough. I asked th'old gods about buildin' one an' Frey said I needed t'get permission from everyone there, first," he said, figuring he owed Fox an explanation.
"An' this place is Rae's...uh..." He hesitated, the name on the tip of his tongue. "Rae's... Sphincter, maybe?" That... that didn't sound right. That couldn't be right, could it? But the dark, dank depths that smelled of salt and rotting fish kinda maybe gave the name a certain tang of inspiration.
Boreal let out a sudden snort of predatory eagerness and lunged forward through water that was now ankle deep, bounding into a small cave that didn't appear to have any exits; a former bubble in the magma that had once carved out the tunnels. She tilted her head up at the ceiling, nostrils flaring wide as she started to draw breath for the classic draconic recipe for geckoloth a flambé.
