Even the grumpy courier couldn't scowl all the time, and even if some believed his heart was a size or two too small, even Tal felt the magic of the first snow of Deepfrost. Crisp and clean and bright it had fallen overnight, and the Dome's mitigating effects on the temperature within the Citadel combined with a sunny afternoon to make the snow just wet enough to stick together and pack firmly when scooped and rolled with intention.
Boreal had, of course, helped. Constructing a fort big enough for one man and one dragon required teamwork and craftsmanship of which Tal was extremely well-versed. His life had often depended on his ability to make a snow shelter while out on the courier trail, but it was a lot less stressful to craft a battlement for fun instead of survival. And once it was done it didn't take very long to fill it with weapons, the snowballs piled up against the inside walls as both ammo and a secondary bulwark.
Then it was just a matter of crouching behind the crenelations of his fort and peeking out, waiting for a likely target before he popped up, let fly, and then ducked down again while Boreal chortled smoky approval of his sneakiness. She lounged in front of the wall, a dragon guarding her castle - at least until a familiar and entirely unexpected face came into view from the direction of the skyship port. Caroling a greeting, her scaly tail thumped the snow and Tal's head popped up in surprise.
"Ronin? What are you doin'-- aw, hail, think fast!" And with that, a snowball was sent whizzing at the demigod's chest as a gleeful Tal ducked back behind shelter and scooped up another.
Boreal had, of course, helped. Constructing a fort big enough for one man and one dragon required teamwork and craftsmanship of which Tal was extremely well-versed. His life had often depended on his ability to make a snow shelter while out on the courier trail, but it was a lot less stressful to craft a battlement for fun instead of survival. And once it was done it didn't take very long to fill it with weapons, the snowballs piled up against the inside walls as both ammo and a secondary bulwark.
Then it was just a matter of crouching behind the crenelations of his fort and peeking out, waiting for a likely target before he popped up, let fly, and then ducked down again while Boreal chortled smoky approval of his sneakiness. She lounged in front of the wall, a dragon guarding her castle - at least until a familiar and entirely unexpected face came into view from the direction of the skyship port. Caroling a greeting, her scaly tail thumped the snow and Tal's head popped up in surprise.
"Ronin? What are you doin'-- aw, hail, think fast!" And with that, a snowball was sent whizzing at the demigod's chest as a gleeful Tal ducked back behind shelter and scooped up another.
