Tal didn't want to know what the guy was 'just' doing, up to his waist in cold Flowerbirth seawater and staring at the scenery. Maybe he was an innocent cranberry farmer (was that how cranberries worked??) or maybe he was high on life, but either way it wasn't the courier's business, and there wasn't likely to be any allogators around if a man was contentedly standing there zoning out. So this piece of the shoreline had to be safe, right?
Sure, Tal.
For three long, blissful seconds he thought he was going to get out of this awkward interaction and go back to his Definitely Professional Hunting, but then there was waving and yelling and splashing and--
"That's just my dragon," Tal said confidently, continuing to scoot past with a worried eye at the crazy man and his weird interpretive water aerobics.
Somewhere high above and definitely not right behind him, Boreal looked offended.
At least it made the wandering log pause, looking between Splashy and Oblivious with its small reptilian brain kicking into overdrive at the veritable cornucopia of choice that Frey had just put before it.
Sure, Tal.
For three long, blissful seconds he thought he was going to get out of this awkward interaction and go back to his Definitely Professional Hunting, but then there was waving and yelling and splashing and--
"That's just my dragon," Tal said confidently, continuing to scoot past with a worried eye at the crazy man and his weird interpretive water aerobics.
Somewhere high above and definitely not right behind him, Boreal looked offended.
At least it made the wandering log pause, looking between Splashy and Oblivious with its small reptilian brain kicking into overdrive at the veritable cornucopia of choice that Frey had just put before it.
