Tal wasn't particularly good about hiding his embarrassment at Boreal's possessiveness, though he certainly tried. It wasn't until he brought up Zariah, however, that the dragon released him with a faint rumbling growl of disapproval, echoing her bonded's opinions of the woman.
And Deimos's as well.
"Yeah, well... Those were some bad years," he agreed with a scowl that matched the General's sneer. "Real bad." Bad enough to keep him out among the small, scattered tribes of the Tundra and away from the clusterfuck that the Palace had been. He'd heard enough gossip from his sisters when he'd swung by Snowcloak to exchange goods to know he hated what was happening, but was powerless to stop it.
But the fallen Queen wasn't worth further time and Tal turned his attention to more interesting ventures. "A daemon?! Whoa... what was it like?" he asked eagerly, eyes shining once more with excitement for the glamorous life of a Monster Hunter.
And Deimos's as well.
"Yeah, well... Those were some bad years," he agreed with a scowl that matched the General's sneer. "Real bad." Bad enough to keep him out among the small, scattered tribes of the Tundra and away from the clusterfuck that the Palace had been. He'd heard enough gossip from his sisters when he'd swung by Snowcloak to exchange goods to know he hated what was happening, but was powerless to stop it.
But the fallen Queen wasn't worth further time and Tal turned his attention to more interesting ventures. "A daemon?! Whoa... what was it like?" he asked eagerly, eyes shining once more with excitement for the glamorous life of a Monster Hunter.
