If war supplies needed transporting, a courier was just the man for the job. Tal showed up with Boreal in tow and a four-dog sled; there was a spring in his step as he set the brake and sauntered over the crisp snow of Flowerbirth. The dragon crooned a greeting to some of the soldiers before making a heavy jump to the roof of the barracks, assisted by broad wings. She made herself comfortable, watching over all those coming and going like a statue of living ice while below her Tal waved a greeting and shot Deimos a cheeky grin.
"Hey, General. Where am I takin' stuff today?" Blades, arrows, shields, it was all the same to him. Just cargo to be delivered to its most useful destination around the Citadel in case the citizens needed to take up arms in the War to come.
Tal arrives with everything on his profile, a dogsled, and his companion!
"Hey, General. Where am I takin' stuff today?" Blades, arrows, shields, it was all the same to him. Just cargo to be delivered to its most useful destination around the Citadel in case the citizens needed to take up arms in the War to come.
Tal arrives with everything on his profile, a dogsled, and his companion!
