Boreal raised her head and wagged her serpentine tail in a friendly greeting before going back to hunting mice beneath the snow. Tal, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he tried to keep his mound of snow from slipping, hummed tunelessly for a moment in acknowledgment until he'd stabilized the section, and then he glanced up at the woman with a grin.
"Hey, Delia. Don't you recognize it?" Pale eyes gleamed merrily as he began the careful carving and shaping of the bottom of his snow pack. "The memory snow has been pretty thin on the ground this year. Probably because of all those lizards," he added with a groan, remembering the break-in at the Guildhall. "How've you been?" He wasn't nearly as awkward as he'd been while they'd been making lanterns for the Festival; either getting to know her better or being outside engaged in mischief had definitely had a stabilizing influence on his anxiety.
"Hey, Delia. Don't you recognize it?" Pale eyes gleamed merrily as he began the careful carving and shaping of the bottom of his snow pack. "The memory snow has been pretty thin on the ground this year. Probably because of all those lizards," he added with a groan, remembering the break-in at the Guildhall. "How've you been?" He wasn't nearly as awkward as he'd been while they'd been making lanterns for the Festival; either getting to know her better or being outside engaged in mischief had definitely had a stabilizing influence on his anxiety.
