Boreal was perfectly happy to stomp around in the waves once she remembered that they weren't good to bite, leaving poor Sascha to retreat from her splashes to avoid a dousing. Tal cradled his arms around Alys, resting his cheek on her hair as he watched the dragon shamelessly acting like a young pup, and resolutely turned his thoughts away from Starfall and anything pertaining to the Void.
Since they were in Torchline it was a lot easier than just about anywhere else. There were no violet-tinged plants or animals to defend against, and as long as he didn't look to the purple-streaked horizon he could ignore everything that wasn't his partner.
Which didn't make him eager to let her go. He loosened his embrace with a sigh, parting from Alys until only their clasped hands connected them. Their fingers were firmly twined together, however, and he squeezed her hand gently as he started heading into the nearby Port. "Not really." he admitted, a touch sheepish. "I wanted t'see what you were feelin' like first. A proper meal, like fish tacos or rhampire wings, or somethin' lighter, like tea an' scones, or goin' straight for dessert?"
Since they were in Torchline it was a lot easier than just about anywhere else. There were no violet-tinged plants or animals to defend against, and as long as he didn't look to the purple-streaked horizon he could ignore everything that wasn't his partner.
Which didn't make him eager to let her go. He loosened his embrace with a sigh, parting from Alys until only their clasped hands connected them. Their fingers were firmly twined together, however, and he squeezed her hand gently as he started heading into the nearby Port. "Not really." he admitted, a touch sheepish. "I wanted t'see what you were feelin' like first. A proper meal, like fish tacos or rhampire wings, or somethin' lighter, like tea an' scones, or goin' straight for dessert?"
