"It's... too late for me..." Tal continued his dramatics, coughing weakly. "Tell Boreal I... left dinner in her bowl..." A loud draconic snort of skepticism and amusement came from outside the window, where the dragon had curled up to nap in the sun. Tal paused to shoot the window a glare for the interruption to his performance, then caught himself and flopped back, eyes closed and tongue sticking out for a ten count before he surrendered to his grin and cracked an eye up at Sohalia.
"Not bad!" He squeezed her hand before letting it go and pushing himself up to sit on the floor. He crossed his legs and lifted his butter knife, flipping it towards his own body as he demonstrated a few cuts. "If y'can get a headwound in they bleed like a bitch." He drew the blade in a line in the air an inch away from his forehead. "Not usually fatal, though. Skulls are hard an' if you're just doin' a cut an' not a stab, you shouldn't have t'worry. But anythin' above the eyes will bleed down into 'em and blind the sucker, so don't be afraid t'aim high if someone gets in close on you."
He cocked his head, watching her to see if she understood before he moved on to the last part of the day's lesson.
"Not bad!" He squeezed her hand before letting it go and pushing himself up to sit on the floor. He crossed his legs and lifted his butter knife, flipping it towards his own body as he demonstrated a few cuts. "If y'can get a headwound in they bleed like a bitch." He drew the blade in a line in the air an inch away from his forehead. "Not usually fatal, though. Skulls are hard an' if you're just doin' a cut an' not a stab, you shouldn't have t'worry. But anythin' above the eyes will bleed down into 'em and blind the sucker, so don't be afraid t'aim high if someone gets in close on you."
He cocked his head, watching her to see if she understood before he moved on to the last part of the day's lesson.
