Parcels scattered about the landscape and unlikely to reach their proper destinations? Somewhere nearby, Tal's courier senses had started tingling like crazy and he showed up with his dragon in tow to start retrieving boxes. Goggles firmly down over his eyes to see through any obscuring snow, he started hunting for the ones that had fallen into shadowed or hard to see places. He had his professional pride, after all, and Boreal had endless curiosity for these brightly-wrapped cubes.
Her motivation was decidedly different from Tal's, though. While the courier trudged through the snow with a long-suffering sigh, picking up fallen presents and stuffing them into his Bag of Holding for sorting later, the dragon was sniffing experimentally at each box she came across.
In particular, she was sniffing for any that smelled like food.
"Hey, Flora," Tal called. He gave Dantalion a little wave, surprised to see the Ancient out in the snow. "Any idea where all these came from?"
Tal and Boreal arrive to get some of these boxes to their proper destinations!
Her motivation was decidedly different from Tal's, though. While the courier trudged through the snow with a long-suffering sigh, picking up fallen presents and stuffing them into his Bag of Holding for sorting later, the dragon was sniffing experimentally at each box she came across.
In particular, she was sniffing for any that smelled like food.
"Hey, Flora," Tal called. He gave Dantalion a little wave, surprised to see the Ancient out in the snow. "Any idea where all these came from?"
Tal and Boreal arrive to get some of these boxes to their proper destinations!
