Boreal peered into the basket that Petronella had showed interest in, then pulled her broad head back as Alys reached in to it to collect more flowers. The dragon gave a smoky snort of mischief, then grabbed a mouthful of blossoms and bounded to the rail, rising up on her hind legs so she could fling the flowers over the side in an enthusiastic display of 'helpfulness.'
"Boreal, leave 'em be," Tal called to his companion with exasperated affection. "We still got a long ways t'go!" Though they were nearing the edge of the Feverlands now, and Tal began to turn the Peregrine in a long, slow curve between the hills of the Barrows and the fetid air rising from the nearby swamp. He wrinkled his nose and glanced back to check on Sunjata, but the winged angel demigod had the watering well in hand. Er, magic. Well in magic-hand.
"What sort o' project were y'thinkin' of for King's End after this one's done," he called back to Sunjata. "Think we can get Mourn done afore year's end?" Depending on whether they could get enough void critters, or another rock from the stupid island.
Alys would find that the wind coming from the northwest was growing stronger, fighting her magic as they grew close to the foothills of the Draig. The flowers were getting caught in its grip and flung farther from the lines she had intended, scattering as they reached the edges of her magic.
Round 5:
Sunjata's watering is going well, and Tal keeps up the conversation with him
Alys is starting to have trouble with the wind blowing their flowers off course before they reach the ground!
Keep on keeping on as best you can!
"Boreal, leave 'em be," Tal called to his companion with exasperated affection. "We still got a long ways t'go!" Though they were nearing the edge of the Feverlands now, and Tal began to turn the Peregrine in a long, slow curve between the hills of the Barrows and the fetid air rising from the nearby swamp. He wrinkled his nose and glanced back to check on Sunjata, but the winged angel demigod had the watering well in hand. Er, magic. Well in magic-hand.
"What sort o' project were y'thinkin' of for King's End after this one's done," he called back to Sunjata. "Think we can get Mourn done afore year's end?" Depending on whether they could get enough void critters, or another rock from the stupid island.
Alys would find that the wind coming from the northwest was growing stronger, fighting her magic as they grew close to the foothills of the Draig. The flowers were getting caught in its grip and flung farther from the lines she had intended, scattering as they reached the edges of her magic.
Round 5:
Sunjata's watering is going well, and Tal keeps up the conversation with him
Alys is starting to have trouble with the wind blowing their flowers off course before they reach the ground!
Keep on keeping on as best you can!
