The letter from Zavien had been welcome, especially in light of the other letter that had arrived from Sah. After the terrifying attack during LongNight and all the repercussions from it, Tal was almost pathetically grateful to have something pleasant to look forward to before he and Alys left for their trip to Torchline. He wasn't quite ready to have anyone over to the house when they still had a few more repairs to make on the side where the Void monster had broken through the window, but he'd agreed to meet the Dragoon at the Gambit. The maze was beautiful this time of year, with the new green of the fresh, young leaves almost impossibly vibrant. The first buds were already beginning to show amidst the thick foliage and it wouldn't be long before the hints of their colors would become visible.
For now, though, the snow was still melting beneath the bright blue sky, though the breezes that swept across the plains were bracing, to say the least. The sunshine was deceptively bright, making it seem like it should feel warmer than it did, but Tal was as comfortable as ever with his Frostbite Cuff easing the bite of the wind as he sat on a decorative rock near the maze's entrance and stared pensively back towards his home, tucked not-so-safely away in Meadowreach.
Boreal was nowhere to be seen - the dragon was with Alys these days, staying close to her in her own grief at Sascha's loss as well as for Tal's sake - but the courier spotted the light glinting from Sol's golden scales and he unfolded himself from the rock, standing to wave at his friends with a forced smile. "Over here," he called. "What kind o' trainin' did y'have in mind today?"
For now, though, the snow was still melting beneath the bright blue sky, though the breezes that swept across the plains were bracing, to say the least. The sunshine was deceptively bright, making it seem like it should feel warmer than it did, but Tal was as comfortable as ever with his Frostbite Cuff easing the bite of the wind as he sat on a decorative rock near the maze's entrance and stared pensively back towards his home, tucked not-so-safely away in Meadowreach.
Boreal was nowhere to be seen - the dragon was with Alys these days, staying close to her in her own grief at Sascha's loss as well as for Tal's sake - but the courier spotted the light glinting from Sol's golden scales and he unfolded himself from the rock, standing to wave at his friends with a forced smile. "Over here," he called. "What kind o' trainin' did y'have in mind today?"
