The scaled dragon might not have had to worry about snow the same way that Pip did, but she'd been auntie godmother to enough sled dog pups to know the drill. Admittedly Pip was much longer than the round little butterballs Boreal was used to cleaning up, but the challenge was accepted with a contented rumble as she led Pip towards the hearth where they could flop down so the dragon's warm breath and rough tongue could clean the little noodle up with some help from the fire.
Tal wasn't entirely oblivious to Koa's sacrifice and he was grateful for the other man's company as much as for his advice in matters of romance - or at least, matters of romancing. The Dragoon was effortlessly suave, confident, and cool as the proverbial cucumber, not to mention looking amazing in uniform, and Tal would have been more jealous if he wasn't a little starry-eyed himself over the younger man.
His heart was firmly tucked into Alys's petite, capable hands, however, so as much as he might enjoy looking that was as far as things would go while the current status quo held true.
The boots came off in the entry and then it was a final, short step up into the 'house' proper; their two shops were downstairs, side-by-side with an adjoining door, but the upstairs consisted of a common room and kitchen separated only by a tall counter, while several doors led off the common room towards the back of the house, presumably to bedrooms and a bathroom. Tal watched Koa's reaction eagerly, soaking in the compliment like a grumpy little sponge, but the sadness in the Dragoon's voice didn't go entirely unnoticed. "Well... it is, yeah," the courier agreed, reaching out hesitantly to give his friend's arm a reassuring squeeze. "An' you're welcome here any time. What's your place back in Stormbreak like?" He hunted around for a minute before finding his hammer and some small nails and began eying the likeliest locations for some greenery. "Here, can y'bring a couple o' those wreaths over?" he asked, beginning to hammer a few in for Koa to fill with holiday cheer.
Tal wasn't entirely oblivious to Koa's sacrifice and he was grateful for the other man's company as much as for his advice in matters of romance - or at least, matters of romancing. The Dragoon was effortlessly suave, confident, and cool as the proverbial cucumber, not to mention looking amazing in uniform, and Tal would have been more jealous if he wasn't a little starry-eyed himself over the younger man.
His heart was firmly tucked into Alys's petite, capable hands, however, so as much as he might enjoy looking that was as far as things would go while the current status quo held true.
The boots came off in the entry and then it was a final, short step up into the 'house' proper; their two shops were downstairs, side-by-side with an adjoining door, but the upstairs consisted of a common room and kitchen separated only by a tall counter, while several doors led off the common room towards the back of the house, presumably to bedrooms and a bathroom. Tal watched Koa's reaction eagerly, soaking in the compliment like a grumpy little sponge, but the sadness in the Dragoon's voice didn't go entirely unnoticed. "Well... it is, yeah," the courier agreed, reaching out hesitantly to give his friend's arm a reassuring squeeze. "An' you're welcome here any time. What's your place back in Stormbreak like?" He hunted around for a minute before finding his hammer and some small nails and began eying the likeliest locations for some greenery. "Here, can y'bring a couple o' those wreaths over?" he asked, beginning to hammer a few in for Koa to fill with holiday cheer.
