Used to Pad's standoffishness, Boreal just chortled to herself and put her talons up on the rail to lean over and watch the humans from her own vantage, just in case they did something interesting. Tal slipping and falling on his ass wasn't entirely unlikely, after all, though if he went through the ice her amusement wouldn't last long.
The look Tal gave Soleil for her support and optimism was almost pathetically grateful, and some of the embarrassed hunch left the courier's shoulders. He nodded in agreement at her suggestion and moved a little ways off to the side from her so they could work a parallel path down the river's broad back. "Yeah, I'm not lookin' t'become an evil salad's lunch," he agreed fervently. "So, uh, what d'you think about Edmund steppin' down? Have y'met Maea before?" As he talked he kept pace with his guildmate, his Goggle-clad eyes peering down through the ice to the underwater gardens beneath their feet.
The Void-touched winter foliage on the river banks shifted irritably but in the cold Deepfrost snows couldn't muster the energy to reach them. The looming purpleness of the trees and bushes on either side of the river carried its own pressing weight upon the pair, however, and the shadows were thicker than they had any right to be in the middle of the day.
The look Tal gave Soleil for her support and optimism was almost pathetically grateful, and some of the embarrassed hunch left the courier's shoulders. He nodded in agreement at her suggestion and moved a little ways off to the side from her so they could work a parallel path down the river's broad back. "Yeah, I'm not lookin' t'become an evil salad's lunch," he agreed fervently. "So, uh, what d'you think about Edmund steppin' down? Have y'met Maea before?" As he talked he kept pace with his guildmate, his Goggle-clad eyes peering down through the ice to the underwater gardens beneath their feet.
The Void-touched winter foliage on the river banks shifted irritably but in the cold Deepfrost snows couldn't muster the energy to reach them. The looming purpleness of the trees and bushes on either side of the river carried its own pressing weight upon the pair, however, and the shadows were thicker than they had any right to be in the middle of the day.
