To the Oerwoud, Frey had requested of him and Tal had happily agreed, proud to be doing a service for a god.
At the time he hadn't been thinking about the logistics of it, but a courier always made his deliveries intact and on time and after some thought he realized that he had all the tools he needed courtesy of Frey themselves.
The Frostbite Cuff had gone on the walking palm before it had been loaded on the sled and pulled to the edge of the Fangs. From there Tal had reclaimed his item and Boreal had pulled the wheeled cart they had received their charge in down the treacherous Climb, making sure their cargo was well-padded with snow moss as they hurried to the river and crossed into the Oerwoud at the first ford they could find.
Now Tal walked through the jungle uneasily, peering around at all the colors and cacophony as he tried to spot a likely place to plant his charge. The cart seemed to keep it contained for now, but it tugged insistently at the leash when he wasn't looking at it as if it, too, sensed that it was where it was meant to be. Boreal watched it with bright, eager eyes and Tal had to split his attention between their surroundings and reminding his companion that Frey's creation was not a new and exciting chew toy. "You'll get turned into an iguana," he warned her, voice filled with fond exasperation as he looked back at the dragon who followed the cart with intent focus on the little tree within. "C'mon, Boreal, leave it alone an' help me look for a place to plant it!"
At the time he hadn't been thinking about the logistics of it, but a courier always made his deliveries intact and on time and after some thought he realized that he had all the tools he needed courtesy of Frey themselves.
The Frostbite Cuff had gone on the walking palm before it had been loaded on the sled and pulled to the edge of the Fangs. From there Tal had reclaimed his item and Boreal had pulled the wheeled cart they had received their charge in down the treacherous Climb, making sure their cargo was well-padded with snow moss as they hurried to the river and crossed into the Oerwoud at the first ford they could find.
Now Tal walked through the jungle uneasily, peering around at all the colors and cacophony as he tried to spot a likely place to plant his charge. The cart seemed to keep it contained for now, but it tugged insistently at the leash when he wasn't looking at it as if it, too, sensed that it was where it was meant to be. Boreal watched it with bright, eager eyes and Tal had to split his attention between their surroundings and reminding his companion that Frey's creation was not a new and exciting chew toy. "You'll get turned into an iguana," he warned her, voice filled with fond exasperation as he looked back at the dragon who followed the cart with intent focus on the little tree within. "C'mon, Boreal, leave it alone an' help me look for a place to plant it!"
