From his greater height the Sword could have seen into the containers through their clear glass lids as Tal was doing, but it was the courier's turn to be surprised that Deimos didn't already know what the critters liked to eat. Or hadn't sent out a Guild expedition to find out in advance of capturing the current batch for Frey, the way they'd done with the Frost Foxes.
His thoughts followed the same track as the Warden's at the mention of the greenhouse, and a spark of his enthusiasm came back in a vigorous nod as he looked up, pale eyes brightening with inspiration. "We could make 'em an enclosure in the Greenhouse, couldn't we? Ceramic tile or stone for the floor an' thick glass walls an' some kinda roof so they can't jump out an' burn the place down?" A risk, to put them amidst the flammable foliage, but the humidity of the building would hopefully provide some protection in case of a stray spark escaping. "So they have lots o'room t'scamper around until y'take 'em t'Frey?" A terrarium in truth, though Tal didn't know the word given the lack of cold-blooded pets in Halo.
He absently reached out to grab one of Boreal's horns and tug her back, the dragon's tail wagging as she peered at her tiny new friend in its glass container. Even if that glass was now smeared with dragon drool.
Tal knew of no skyport in the Climb, but he followed Deimos loyally as long as he was headed in the same direction that the courier's swift little boat was ground-anchored. As he went he surreptitiously scooped up handfuls of pumice and interesting rocks and tucked them into his Bag, taking his cue from the Sword's cozy little containers. "Yeah...sure." A question burned on the back of his tongue like a hot coal, but he swallowed it back, afraid to rock the tenuous neutrality they seem to have found.
His thoughts followed the same track as the Warden's at the mention of the greenhouse, and a spark of his enthusiasm came back in a vigorous nod as he looked up, pale eyes brightening with inspiration. "We could make 'em an enclosure in the Greenhouse, couldn't we? Ceramic tile or stone for the floor an' thick glass walls an' some kinda roof so they can't jump out an' burn the place down?" A risk, to put them amidst the flammable foliage, but the humidity of the building would hopefully provide some protection in case of a stray spark escaping. "So they have lots o'room t'scamper around until y'take 'em t'Frey?" A terrarium in truth, though Tal didn't know the word given the lack of cold-blooded pets in Halo.
He absently reached out to grab one of Boreal's horns and tug her back, the dragon's tail wagging as she peered at her tiny new friend in its glass container. Even if that glass was now smeared with dragon drool.
Tal knew of no skyport in the Climb, but he followed Deimos loyally as long as he was headed in the same direction that the courier's swift little boat was ground-anchored. As he went he surreptitiously scooped up handfuls of pumice and interesting rocks and tucked them into his Bag, taking his cue from the Sword's cozy little containers. "Yeah...sure." A question burned on the back of his tongue like a hot coal, but he swallowed it back, afraid to rock the tenuous neutrality they seem to have found.
