Tal looked from her to the bloody swamp rat in her hands as she extracted its innards and skinned it. "Maybe you don't call it by the same name, but whatever tune you're dancin' to, the results still look the same," he muttered, trying to ignore the shiver that went down his spine at her casual killing in the name of Fortune.
"Don't need it read. I make my own," he boasted with a smirk as the little fire began to crackle with blossoming energy beneath his patient, steady hands. Larger twigs were fed into it as it strengthened, and then a few of the smaller branches.
His grin only broadened to wicked mischief at her question and he sat back as the fire steadied within its ring. The sound of large, leathery wing beats caught the air a heartbeat before the dragon - a ghost beneath the dappled moonlight - swooped beneath the tree's spreading branches and squelched to a landing. Her hide gleamed wetly as she trotted proudly over to Tal and dropped a freshly-killed pike as long as his arm at his feet and then sat back on her haunches with a smug rumble. "That's my girl," he murmured fondly, scrubbing her head between her horns with doting affection before he bent to hook the fish by its gills and heave it up on the hearthstones to gut it - feeding the entrails promptly to the dragon as he dug them out.
"Don't need it read. I make my own," he boasted with a smirk as the little fire began to crackle with blossoming energy beneath his patient, steady hands. Larger twigs were fed into it as it strengthened, and then a few of the smaller branches.
His grin only broadened to wicked mischief at her question and he sat back as the fire steadied within its ring. The sound of large, leathery wing beats caught the air a heartbeat before the dragon - a ghost beneath the dappled moonlight - swooped beneath the tree's spreading branches and squelched to a landing. Her hide gleamed wetly as she trotted proudly over to Tal and dropped a freshly-killed pike as long as his arm at his feet and then sat back on her haunches with a smug rumble. "That's my girl," he murmured fondly, scrubbing her head between her horns with doting affection before he bent to hook the fish by its gills and heave it up on the hearthstones to gut it - feeding the entrails promptly to the dragon as he dug them out.
