Isar wasn't the first person to be less than enthused to have a particularly large, burly, and carnivorous (well, omnivorous in Boreal's case) companion approach him, but that didn't stop the dragon from dropping the glove on his bare foot and then sitting back, watching him hopefully. Tal finally glanced over when he finished cleaning off his other glove and murmured a quiet, slightly embarrassed: "Leave off, girl," as he tried to sort himself out.
He tilted his head, taking in the itinerant's ragged appearance - really taking it in - for the first time as he cleaned himself up as best he could. "Huh. Well, fair enough." He chewed his lip for a moment in thought, then shrugged as he came to a decision. "Tal Seawright," he offered, then nodded to the dragon who was still watching the Ancient unblinkingly from big, sad eyes. "An' Boreal. Couriers. It's... kinda complicated. Uh. An' it involves th'gods?" It wasn't a question, but his voice rose enough on the last word to make it seem like it was. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious about asking people about their personal religious preferences.
He tilted his head, taking in the itinerant's ragged appearance - really taking it in - for the first time as he cleaned himself up as best he could. "Huh. Well, fair enough." He chewed his lip for a moment in thought, then shrugged as he came to a decision. "Tal Seawright," he offered, then nodded to the dragon who was still watching the Ancient unblinkingly from big, sad eyes. "An' Boreal. Couriers. It's... kinda complicated. Uh. An' it involves th'gods?" It wasn't a question, but his voice rose enough on the last word to make it seem like it was. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious about asking people about their personal religious preferences.
