With both of them sitting backwards in their chairs, Maea's horns, and Tal's general scruffiness, they definitely looked like the after-school detention club hanging out in the corner and planning some new delinquency.
The courier scowled at the volume in his hands - A report on the life cycle of black aphids in the Celestine - and slapped it shut before dropping it onto the pile of books beside him. A chill breeze fluttered past, disturbing the candles until Maea's magic steadied them, at least for a moment.
"None," Tal admitted in disgust to her first question. "I dunno where t'even start. This is the section for th'most recent shit." He waved at the nearest shelves. "But so far it's been stupid stuff 'bout normal plant diseases." True, a lot of them had words like 'black' or 'dark' or 'shadow' in the name, but further reading had revealed simple fungal or infestation issues of the perfectly mundane Caido variety.
At her grumbling he finally glanced over, however, dark brows beetling as he snorted in an uncanny echo of his dragon. "An' risk pissin' off Ludo? As if. It's got it out for me enough already!" He squinted at her, trying to figure out if she was calling him grubby, but gave up after just a few seconds. "What about you? Went on a shoppin' spree?"
The offended breeze gathered itself and swept past the candle Maea had been steadying the moment her attention wavered, snuffing the flame out and darkening the little corner further as the temperature dropped another few degrees.
The courier scowled at the volume in his hands - A report on the life cycle of black aphids in the Celestine - and slapped it shut before dropping it onto the pile of books beside him. A chill breeze fluttered past, disturbing the candles until Maea's magic steadied them, at least for a moment.
"None," Tal admitted in disgust to her first question. "I dunno where t'even start. This is the section for th'most recent shit." He waved at the nearest shelves. "But so far it's been stupid stuff 'bout normal plant diseases." True, a lot of them had words like 'black' or 'dark' or 'shadow' in the name, but further reading had revealed simple fungal or infestation issues of the perfectly mundane Caido variety.
At her grumbling he finally glanced over, however, dark brows beetling as he snorted in an uncanny echo of his dragon. "An' risk pissin' off Ludo? As if. It's got it out for me enough already!" He squinted at her, trying to figure out if she was calling him grubby, but gave up after just a few seconds. "What about you? Went on a shoppin' spree?"
The offended breeze gathered itself and swept past the candle Maea had been steadying the moment her attention wavered, snuffing the flame out and darkening the little corner further as the temperature dropped another few degrees.
