Tal found his way to Flora's door in the usual way he found new delivery addresses: he asked for directions in the city. It took a few tries, but eventually he ended up in the right place with a pale dragon in tow and only a slight drag in his step.
Sure, the beach was unseasonably cold and that was probably really bad in the long term, but it wasn't stupid sweltering hot like it had been last year and Tal was wearing a lightweight shirt and pants rolled up to his knees to enjoy it. That was the good news!
On the other hand, he'd taken a peek at the Notice Board on his way through town and apparently the Eirachi was to blame. That was the bad news.
The courier was conflicted, but he didn't intend to let it interfere with the completion of his professional duties so he rapped his knuckles smartly on the door frame and cleared his throat.
"Delivery for Mi--uh, for Flora, from Talyson Seawright!" he called out a little awkwardly, wondering what kind of woman had been signing her letters to him with 'x'es and 'o's.
Sure, the beach was unseasonably cold and that was probably really bad in the long term, but it wasn't stupid sweltering hot like it had been last year and Tal was wearing a lightweight shirt and pants rolled up to his knees to enjoy it. That was the good news!
On the other hand, he'd taken a peek at the Notice Board on his way through town and apparently the Eirachi was to blame. That was the bad news.
The courier was conflicted, but he didn't intend to let it interfere with the completion of his professional duties so he rapped his knuckles smartly on the door frame and cleared his throat.
"Delivery for Mi--uh, for Flora, from Talyson Seawright!" he called out a little awkwardly, wondering what kind of woman had been signing her letters to him with 'x'es and 'o's.
