Tal watched from below, and the envy in his eyes was raw and yearning at the free, soaring flight that Deimos achieved on feathered wings that threw back the desert sun in browns and golds and scattered light. The eagle wheeled and soared, proud and wild, and for a moment the bottle and the quest were forgotten as Tal wondered--
Boreal's head bumped against his hip and her bass croon rumbled through his chest. The courier shook his head, and the formless thoughts, away as he scrubbed at the base of her horns and gave her a lopsided smile.
When Deimos returned to earth, Tal was waiting to claim the bottle and jam the stopper on more tightly, flashing his friend the bright, sunny grin that usually hid beneath his scowl. "Thanks! You made it look easy." Boreal eyed the eagle's tailfeathers with renewed curiosity and Tal leaned heavily on her head to physically squash the mischief before it could start. "Are you ready to get out of here?" The desert, the heat, the dry, sandy wasteland like a twisted echo of their snow-covered home. "Drinks're on me when we get back!"
Boreal's head bumped against his hip and her bass croon rumbled through his chest. The courier shook his head, and the formless thoughts, away as he scrubbed at the base of her horns and gave her a lopsided smile.
When Deimos returned to earth, Tal was waiting to claim the bottle and jam the stopper on more tightly, flashing his friend the bright, sunny grin that usually hid beneath his scowl. "Thanks! You made it look easy." Boreal eyed the eagle's tailfeathers with renewed curiosity and Tal leaned heavily on her head to physically squash the mischief before it could start. "Are you ready to get out of here?" The desert, the heat, the dry, sandy wasteland like a twisted echo of their snow-covered home. "Drinks're on me when we get back!"
