Boreal was, traditionally, very easy to coax into play. Tal might say she was too easy to distract, but she was perfectly happy to wriggle free of his hold and bound after Mika, bouncing up to try and bump her nose against the mata mata's tail with a playful snort.
Leaving the companions to their game, Tal joined Noe at her blueprints, giving her hand a firm handshake. "Carpenter, huh? I know a couple o' Carpenters..." he mused, half to himself. It was a common enough name, after all. Each region had a handful of families going by it, even the ones whose ancestors had pursued a different line of work, and Tal shrugged it off. Maybe he could ask Koa about it later. Had the Dragoon ever mentioned a sister...?
But the scale of the project had piqued his interest and distracted him from his pondering. It seemed like a big undertaking for just one person, but at the young woman's stammering admission Tal felt an unfamiliar pang of kinship. Or at least relatability, which was almost as good, right? "Sure, an' we all start somewhere," he pointed out easily. A glance around showed his dragon safely distracted and he chewed his lip thoughtfully, brows drawing down in the classic Seawright Thinking Bitch Face as he took another look at the supplies and the blueprints. "Um. Look, I'm no professional, but... well, I'm a fair hand at buildin' stuff m'self." He cleared his throat and jammed his hands into his pockets, staring intently at the blueprints but trying to steal a glance at Noe's expression from the corner of his eye. "An' I just finished my deliveries for th'day so... I guess if y'need a hand or somethin'... I could help out for a bit?"
Leaving the companions to their game, Tal joined Noe at her blueprints, giving her hand a firm handshake. "Carpenter, huh? I know a couple o' Carpenters..." he mused, half to himself. It was a common enough name, after all. Each region had a handful of families going by it, even the ones whose ancestors had pursued a different line of work, and Tal shrugged it off. Maybe he could ask Koa about it later. Had the Dragoon ever mentioned a sister...?
But the scale of the project had piqued his interest and distracted him from his pondering. It seemed like a big undertaking for just one person, but at the young woman's stammering admission Tal felt an unfamiliar pang of kinship. Or at least relatability, which was almost as good, right? "Sure, an' we all start somewhere," he pointed out easily. A glance around showed his dragon safely distracted and he chewed his lip thoughtfully, brows drawing down in the classic Seawright Thinking Bitch Face as he took another look at the supplies and the blueprints. "Um. Look, I'm no professional, but... well, I'm a fair hand at buildin' stuff m'self." He cleared his throat and jammed his hands into his pockets, staring intently at the blueprints but trying to steal a glance at Noe's expression from the corner of his eye. "An' I just finished my deliveries for th'day so... I guess if y'need a hand or somethin'... I could help out for a bit?"
