"Yeah... menaces," Tal muttered, trying to ignore the pang of loss and memory that went through him. He shook it off resolutely, focusing on the task at hand as he set the cider to mulling and turned his attention to the antics of their companions. Sol may have needed a break from all his spinning, but Boreal just wriggled her way forward through the snow to give him a gentle snorfle of encouragement before raising her head to catch some of the dancing snowflakes on her tongue.
Looking back at his friend, Tal could swear that he'd never seen Zavien smile so big and it clearly delighted him. The Dragoon definitely looked just as happy to see the courier's soppy face when Alys was brought up. It was a good thing he was already looking away, because the additional compliment flustered the courier so much that he gave a quiet harrumph of embarrassed pleasure, taking the clap and devolving into incoherent muttering until he could clear his throat. He regained a semblance of normalcy as he managed to steer the conversation to Alys's profession and the reading she'd apparently done for the Dragoon.
"Yeah, it took me a while t'get used to it," he admitted, stirring the cider idly. "I'm not usually one for futures an' fates an' shit. But in all these years she's never steered me wrong or given bad advice with th'cards, so..." He shrugged, his soft grin still lingering.
"But tell me about Lena! How'd you guys start datin'?" He leaned forward, pale eyes sparkling with reflected firelight as he settled in to hear all the juicy details.
Looking back at his friend, Tal could swear that he'd never seen Zavien smile so big and it clearly delighted him. The Dragoon definitely looked just as happy to see the courier's soppy face when Alys was brought up. It was a good thing he was already looking away, because the additional compliment flustered the courier so much that he gave a quiet harrumph of embarrassed pleasure, taking the clap and devolving into incoherent muttering until he could clear his throat. He regained a semblance of normalcy as he managed to steer the conversation to Alys's profession and the reading she'd apparently done for the Dragoon.
"Yeah, it took me a while t'get used to it," he admitted, stirring the cider idly. "I'm not usually one for futures an' fates an' shit. But in all these years she's never steered me wrong or given bad advice with th'cards, so..." He shrugged, his soft grin still lingering.
"But tell me about Lena! How'd you guys start datin'?" He leaned forward, pale eyes sparkling with reflected firelight as he settled in to hear all the juicy details.
