Boreal's attention was drawn to the movement in Melita's hair, a curious basso croon emerging from the pale dragon at the glint of bronze scales largely hidden within auburn tresses. She kept an eye turned towards the camouflaged hatchling while she lowered her blunt muzzle to give Fangorn's vines a friendly sniff of greeting, blowing warm air over the little gourd when she exhaled.
Oblivious to Melita's lack of enthusiasm, Tal bobbed his head at hearing that she was well, trying to remember the appropriate questions for small talk. The weather was next, right...?
But he was saved from having to follow the formula by her query in return and the courier perked up as the metal clinked in Mel's bag. "Oh, uh, actually... I'm tryin' t'find a blacksmith," he admitted a little sheepishly. "One who can make me a knife an' work a... a rock into the hilt." A very fancy rock, as it turned out. His eyes drifted back to the bag and he hesitated a moment before asking: "D'you have one that you go to?"
Oblivious to Melita's lack of enthusiasm, Tal bobbed his head at hearing that she was well, trying to remember the appropriate questions for small talk. The weather was next, right...?
But he was saved from having to follow the formula by her query in return and the courier perked up as the metal clinked in Mel's bag. "Oh, uh, actually... I'm tryin' t'find a blacksmith," he admitted a little sheepishly. "One who can make me a knife an' work a... a rock into the hilt." A very fancy rock, as it turned out. His eyes drifted back to the bag and he hesitated a moment before asking: "D'you have one that you go to?"
