Halo's revenge came swiftly and in a final flurry of snowballs upon the Huntsman before Tal ran out of ammo and stood next to Ronin, grinning. "Weellll... alright. Long as y'promise not t'stay away so long next time, I'll accept it." He reached down to offer a hand getting back up, more used to balancing and walking on Halo's pack of snow and ice, and magnanimous in his victory.
Seeing that the game was at an end, Boreal huffed a smoky chortle and ambled over to give Ronin a sniff of greeting, scaly tail thumping the snow as she recalled a distinct memory of sweet buns, and looked at him hopefully in case there was one hiding in his pocket just looking for a dragon to feed.
"What brings y'back today, anyways?" Tal asked curiously as he began to dust the snow off his own clothes.
Seeing that the game was at an end, Boreal huffed a smoky chortle and ambled over to give Ronin a sniff of greeting, scaly tail thumping the snow as she recalled a distinct memory of sweet buns, and looked at him hopefully in case there was one hiding in his pocket just looking for a dragon to feed.
"What brings y'back today, anyways?" Tal asked curiously as he began to dust the snow off his own clothes.
