Sah's taunt earned a scoff from the courier as he held onto the line for balance, and his lofty response was just a teensy undermined by how white his knuckles were on the rope. "An' who d'you think taught them?" The dogs crashing the sled was actually pretty common with the truly young pups who hadn't learned to run in harness yet, until they'd been trained to it and practiced until it came easily to them.
"Wouldn't expect you t'appreciate the skill that goes into it," he added, just a bit miffed at having his hard work so easily dismissed, even if he knew Sah was just teasing him. Tal's thin skin made him an easy target and even knowing that didn't stop his hackles from prickling up at the banter sometimes.
The admission took some of the wind out of Tal's sails and he glanced suspiciously over at the hunter to see if he was being teased again, but Sah looked serious this time and the courier scowled and used his free hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Um. I haven't been on a proper sailin' ship before, either," he mumbled in return admission, turning back to look at the crew as they bustled about the deck of the airship. As it lifted above the buildings of the Port its rise slowed to a more comfortable pace and Tal relaxed his grip, letting just his fingertips hang from the line as he adjusted his balance. "Just the airships 'tween here an' St--" he bit his lip, remembering too late that Sah couldn't go there. "Uh. Places," he added lamely. "C'mon," he hurried over his blunder, "let's go see how the pilot is steerin' it! I'll even help steady you if y'need a hand," he offered, wicked mischief flashing back to the forefront of pale eyes.
"Wouldn't expect you t'appreciate the skill that goes into it," he added, just a bit miffed at having his hard work so easily dismissed, even if he knew Sah was just teasing him. Tal's thin skin made him an easy target and even knowing that didn't stop his hackles from prickling up at the banter sometimes.
The admission took some of the wind out of Tal's sails and he glanced suspiciously over at the hunter to see if he was being teased again, but Sah looked serious this time and the courier scowled and used his free hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Um. I haven't been on a proper sailin' ship before, either," he mumbled in return admission, turning back to look at the crew as they bustled about the deck of the airship. As it lifted above the buildings of the Port its rise slowed to a more comfortable pace and Tal relaxed his grip, letting just his fingertips hang from the line as he adjusted his balance. "Just the airships 'tween here an' St--" he bit his lip, remembering too late that Sah couldn't go there. "Uh. Places," he added lamely. "C'mon," he hurried over his blunder, "let's go see how the pilot is steerin' it! I'll even help steady you if y'need a hand," he offered, wicked mischief flashing back to the forefront of pale eyes.
