Tal grinned at the fancy spearwork and reached down to pat the dog's head fondly. "Nah, just goin' t'get lunch between deliveries." The big, furry hound's attention never wavered from Noah, nose twitching and Tal gave her ears a playful ruffle. "This is my lead dog, Bell." Though there wasn't much for the team to do in Deepfrost when it was too cold for the more usual dogsled deliveries to the outlying tribes of the Tundra.
"So, uh... d'you think we could maybe have a rematch?" He reached up to rub the back of his neck shyly, scuffing the snow beneath his boot with a conscious attempt at nonchalance. "I got this fancy Vest from Ludo, y'see... it's pretty awesome. Really good at keeping me safe an', uh... not dyin', mostly." He managed the words with a mostly straight face, trying not to wince at the memories of having to prove how good it was at protecting him from the various tasks he'd been set. "Saved me from a glotter attack, an' an angry luxere an' swamp rats an' shit." He cleared his throat, looking up to the sky to avoid seeing Noah's expression. "So, yeah. Y'don't have to worry about hurtin' me, basically." Gods, that was embarrassing.
Please, Ludo, let that be good enough!
"So, uh... d'you think we could maybe have a rematch?" He reached up to rub the back of his neck shyly, scuffing the snow beneath his boot with a conscious attempt at nonchalance. "I got this fancy Vest from Ludo, y'see... it's pretty awesome. Really good at keeping me safe an', uh... not dyin', mostly." He managed the words with a mostly straight face, trying not to wince at the memories of having to prove how good it was at protecting him from the various tasks he'd been set. "Saved me from a glotter attack, an' an angry luxere an' swamp rats an' shit." He cleared his throat, looking up to the sky to avoid seeing Noah's expression. "So, yeah. Y'don't have to worry about hurtin' me, basically." Gods, that was embarrassing.
Please, Ludo, let that be good enough!
