When Zavien provided a treat he quickly found himself with a new best friend. Boreal sat back, as dainty and prim as a boulder of a dragon could be, and took the strip of meat from his fingers with a delicacy all out of proportion with the rest of her. Tal just snorted, his grin quirking up in spite of his disappointment at having his lanterns passed over yet again. "She's a judge of somethin'," he agreed, teasing his companion who proceeded to pointedly ignore him in favor of butting her head against Zavien's thigh with a happy rumble.
She escorted him to the meats table, knowing a sucker good man when she saw one and clearly hoping to cadge a few more snacks with his help while Tal was too far away to stop her.
Tal gave Hawthorn a thumb's up and went to peruse the drinks, choosing something that involved spiced rum and pineapple juice. There was a little bowl of tiny umbrellas next to it, so he stuck one in Thorn's drink to liven it up before collecting three cups to juggle back to the others. Things seemed to be winding down, but that just meant there was more food to go around and fuck it, Tal decided he would rather enjoy the rest of the festival with some friendly faces for once rather than sulk about missing his chance to see his dad again and say a real goodbye.
"I could eat," he agreed, lips quirking out of his habitual scowl under Zavien's determined chipperness. "Here, this un's yours..." As he passed out the drinks he looked to his traitor companion, who had glued herself to the other Accepted's leg. "This menace is Boreal," he introduced her with fond exasperation. "An' I think she's probably goin' home with you after this!"
She escorted him to the meats table, knowing a sucker good man when she saw one and clearly hoping to cadge a few more snacks with his help while Tal was too far away to stop her.
Tal gave Hawthorn a thumb's up and went to peruse the drinks, choosing something that involved spiced rum and pineapple juice. There was a little bowl of tiny umbrellas next to it, so he stuck one in Thorn's drink to liven it up before collecting three cups to juggle back to the others. Things seemed to be winding down, but that just meant there was more food to go around and fuck it, Tal decided he would rather enjoy the rest of the festival with some friendly faces for once rather than sulk about missing his chance to see his dad again and say a real goodbye.
"I could eat," he agreed, lips quirking out of his habitual scowl under Zavien's determined chipperness. "Here, this un's yours..." As he passed out the drinks he looked to his traitor companion, who had glued herself to the other Accepted's leg. "This menace is Boreal," he introduced her with fond exasperation. "An' I think she's probably goin' home with you after this!"
