If she'd just been having a bad day and had taken it out on Alys then Tal would have been a lot more annoyed at her. But it sounded like she'd had a good reason for scaring his partner off: to try and protect the seer from Maea herself and her new instincts and urges. Had she chosen a shitty way to do it? Yeah, probably. But the courier was self-aware enough to know that he wouldn't have made any better choices in the Ancient's shoes. Er. Or... lack thereof, he thought, glancing behind her to her bare feet.
Anyways, no one was really hurt, and if Alys chose not to forgive Maea, well, that was Alys's choice to make and not Tal's.
"I'll let her know," he agreed, unable to stop his nose wrinkling in confusion as to why his pale friend felt the need to share the tidbit on feeling chilly. Maybe he'd figure it out later, halfway to Stormbreak, after it had a few days to percolate.
When Maea moved to stand up so did Tal, much to Boreal's huge sigh of draconic disappointment that naptime was over. He grinned down at his companion and leaned back over to tug teasingly at one of her wings. "C'mon, girl. All aboard th'boat. An' I've got paper an' pencil y'can use," he added helpfully to Maea, blissfully oblivious to her initial reluctance to reach out to Alys again. For the moment, at least, their fences were mended and they were on their way back to warm fires and soft beds for the night.
Who knew how long it would last? But that would be a story for another day.
~Fin~
Anyways, no one was really hurt, and if Alys chose not to forgive Maea, well, that was Alys's choice to make and not Tal's.
"I'll let her know," he agreed, unable to stop his nose wrinkling in confusion as to why his pale friend felt the need to share the tidbit on feeling chilly. Maybe he'd figure it out later, halfway to Stormbreak, after it had a few days to percolate.
When Maea moved to stand up so did Tal, much to Boreal's huge sigh of draconic disappointment that naptime was over. He grinned down at his companion and leaned back over to tug teasingly at one of her wings. "C'mon, girl. All aboard th'boat. An' I've got paper an' pencil y'can use," he added helpfully to Maea, blissfully oblivious to her initial reluctance to reach out to Alys again. For the moment, at least, their fences were mended and they were on their way back to warm fires and soft beds for the night.
Who knew how long it would last? But that would be a story for another day.
~Fin~
