The dogs, grown accustomed to the General (and they always remembered a pocket that had once held treats) were eager to bounce under his hands and lick his fingers with excited whines and wagging tails. Tal chuckled at their energy, then waded in among them to try and discourage the jumping, at least, grinning at Deimos's reply.
With the dogs calmed and convinced to flop down in the snow with lolling tongues and perked ears towards the humans, Tal turned his full attention on the magic already beginning to spark and flow from Deimos's fingers. Clear and flawless, the pane took shape and the courier stayed back until it was done. He leaned forward to check the clarity and stability, but magic allowed for a perfection that a glazier could only dream of. "If it isn't, we're fucked," he agreed cheerfully. "I've never seen a piece of glass so pretty! Just three more to go!" But first he went to grab one of the blankets from the sled to slide over the first pane, to prevent any scratches or random-ningo-related damage.
"How far d'you think it'll reach once it's done?" Not having been present for the previous discussions, he was a little fuzzy on the details.
With the dogs calmed and convinced to flop down in the snow with lolling tongues and perked ears towards the humans, Tal turned his full attention on the magic already beginning to spark and flow from Deimos's fingers. Clear and flawless, the pane took shape and the courier stayed back until it was done. He leaned forward to check the clarity and stability, but magic allowed for a perfection that a glazier could only dream of. "If it isn't, we're fucked," he agreed cheerfully. "I've never seen a piece of glass so pretty! Just three more to go!" But first he went to grab one of the blankets from the sled to slide over the first pane, to prevent any scratches or random-ningo-related damage.
"How far d'you think it'll reach once it's done?" Not having been present for the previous discussions, he was a little fuzzy on the details.
