Tal didn't even want to know why the customer wanted bitey flowers, but a job was a job. Maybe she wanted to send a special bouquet to her ex? It was something to consider as he looked across the cream and crimson shore with a resigned scowl on his face and his hand resting on Boreal's horms. The pale dragon chortled smokily and nudged him forwards with her broad head, causing Tal to stumble and shoot her a wounded look.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm goin'. What's the rush?"
Did that stone look kind of like a skull to anyone else? Tal swallowed hard and gripped his Dagger tightly, easing along a path that looked like it had been made by...
Uh. Well. That was something else he didn't want to know.
But then Boreal's head rose up and her nostrils flared, catching a familiar gourd-ian scent. With a bright carol of greeting she bounded ahead to find Fangorn and say her hellos while Tal scrambled along behind her, pale eyes suddenly bright with hope. "Hey, if Fangorn is here does that mean-- Oh! Hey, Melita," he called to the redhead who appeared around the corner, trying to play it cool as soon as she came into view. "What, uh... what are you... I mean, how've you been?" He managed to catch himself before Boreal had to step on his foot to remind him of his manners, and he rubbed the back of his neck to hide the faint flush against his sun-browned skin.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm goin'. What's the rush?"
Did that stone look kind of like a skull to anyone else? Tal swallowed hard and gripped his Dagger tightly, easing along a path that looked like it had been made by...
Uh. Well. That was something else he didn't want to know.
But then Boreal's head rose up and her nostrils flared, catching a familiar gourd-ian scent. With a bright carol of greeting she bounded ahead to find Fangorn and say her hellos while Tal scrambled along behind her, pale eyes suddenly bright with hope. "Hey, if Fangorn is here does that mean-- Oh! Hey, Melita," he called to the redhead who appeared around the corner, trying to play it cool as soon as she came into view. "What, uh... what are you... I mean, how've you been?" He managed to catch himself before Boreal had to step on his foot to remind him of his manners, and he rubbed the back of his neck to hide the faint flush against his sun-browned skin.
