Tal flashed Anju a grin at hearing that she liked dogs. He knew she was good people! It made helping her easier, too. He might not have been willing to drag someone who didn't like dogs, but for a fellow animal-lover he was willing to go the extra mile.
"Sure," Tal agreed easily to the volunteering of Riya. "But Boreal's trained for it, so Riya can watch us for a while." He figured Boreal's special harness would probably fit Riya. Maeve's dragon was a big one as well, but Riya's body type looked more similar to Boreal's boxy, muscular mass than the Torcher dragon's. With a little extra padding on the harness straps they could probably make it work.
Boreal returned while Anju was talking, dragging a long tusk behind her proudly like a dog with an oversized stick. She dropped it off by Tal and headed back for its mate while he tested the cloak and then moved over to the tusk to begin notching it in the place the rope would cross around it. "I'm hopin' It'll help me out with a shield of some kind," he admitted while he worked. "I'm trainin' with General Deimos an' he hits like an avalanche." Not that Deimos had ever come close to hurting Tal; he had far too much control to slip like that. But he also didn't coddle the courier, and Tal had enough bruises from those sessions to know he really didn't want to get hit by anyone who wasn't holding back on him.
The second tusk was dragged over and Tal quickly finished assembling a hasty travois, looking it over critically before laying it out beside Anju. "Right. Let's see if it holds." He offered his hands to help her shift over onto the taut cloak stretched between the A-frame tusks. "Y'ever ask It for help with anything?" he asked, hoping to distract her from the pain of moving.
"Sure," Tal agreed easily to the volunteering of Riya. "But Boreal's trained for it, so Riya can watch us for a while." He figured Boreal's special harness would probably fit Riya. Maeve's dragon was a big one as well, but Riya's body type looked more similar to Boreal's boxy, muscular mass than the Torcher dragon's. With a little extra padding on the harness straps they could probably make it work.
Boreal returned while Anju was talking, dragging a long tusk behind her proudly like a dog with an oversized stick. She dropped it off by Tal and headed back for its mate while he tested the cloak and then moved over to the tusk to begin notching it in the place the rope would cross around it. "I'm hopin' It'll help me out with a shield of some kind," he admitted while he worked. "I'm trainin' with General Deimos an' he hits like an avalanche." Not that Deimos had ever come close to hurting Tal; he had far too much control to slip like that. But he also didn't coddle the courier, and Tal had enough bruises from those sessions to know he really didn't want to get hit by anyone who wasn't holding back on him.
The second tusk was dragged over and Tal quickly finished assembling a hasty travois, looking it over critically before laying it out beside Anju. "Right. Let's see if it holds." He offered his hands to help her shift over onto the taut cloak stretched between the A-frame tusks. "Y'ever ask It for help with anything?" he asked, hoping to distract her from the pain of moving.
