Knock Knock
"Delivery for th'Cassidy residence," a voice called out from the front door, familiar if not often heard there in recent seasons. The excited, rumbling croon of a dragon companion accompanied the announcement, followed by a muffled curse and: "Boreal, get offa my foot!"
A certain courier stood on the porch in a grey button-down shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up, and a black vest with silver pinstripes. The Cuff that protected him from the chilly Leafchange temperatures gleamed softly from one wrist and his tousled black hair was looking uncharacteristically crisp and styled out of its usual scruffy mess. All in all, Tal was looking surprisingly professional and well-groomed these days (thanks in no small part to Alys's influence and Koa's assistance, with a dash of inspiration from Hawthorn) as he stood on the doorstep of his childhood friend's house with a box of good beeswax candles from King's End.
He couldn't seem to decide if he was awkwardly uncertain of his welcome or smugly pleased to be there, but the muscular white dragon beside him kept shifting her weight to step on his foot with eager impatience, wings rustling when she sneezed from excitement. She knew exactly what she was feeling, and she was happy to see her old friends again!
Rhiannon
"Delivery for th'Cassidy residence," a voice called out from the front door, familiar if not often heard there in recent seasons. The excited, rumbling croon of a dragon companion accompanied the announcement, followed by a muffled curse and: "Boreal, get offa my foot!"
A certain courier stood on the porch in a grey button-down shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up, and a black vest with silver pinstripes. The Cuff that protected him from the chilly Leafchange temperatures gleamed softly from one wrist and his tousled black hair was looking uncharacteristically crisp and styled out of its usual scruffy mess. All in all, Tal was looking surprisingly professional and well-groomed these days (thanks in no small part to Alys's influence and Koa's assistance, with a dash of inspiration from Hawthorn) as he stood on the doorstep of his childhood friend's house with a box of good beeswax candles from King's End.
He couldn't seem to decide if he was awkwardly uncertain of his welcome or smugly pleased to be there, but the muscular white dragon beside him kept shifting her weight to step on his foot with eager impatience, wings rustling when she sneezed from excitement. She knew exactly what she was feeling, and she was happy to see her old friends again!
