Boreal received her large, fishy treat with dainty gravitas, then carried it over to Fangorn, plopping down on the cobblestones between the two stalls to share the fruits of her begging labors with her friends. She offered a welcoming croon to Sila as well, should the young dragon care to join them. Tal sighed ruefully at her, fondly exasperated, and then dove back into negotiations - this time for dried fish.
But his attention was only half on his haggling (and it showed, in the exchange of goods that took place thereafter) because the rest was on Melita and her local insights. Sure, LongNight wasn't the week of weather-enforced cabin fever it had been while he'd been growing up, but what she was describing was a step above even the current situation.
"Damn... that sounds pretty good, actually." He tucked the wrapped fish jerky into his bag before heading over to a fruit seller. "So, uh. What... what's your favorite thing t'drink?" He chewed his lip fiercely as he snuck a glance over his shoulder at her, barely paying attention to the pineapples in front of him.
But his attention was only half on his haggling (and it showed, in the exchange of goods that took place thereafter) because the rest was on Melita and her local insights. Sure, LongNight wasn't the week of weather-enforced cabin fever it had been while he'd been growing up, but what she was describing was a step above even the current situation.
"Damn... that sounds pretty good, actually." He tucked the wrapped fish jerky into his bag before heading over to a fruit seller. "So, uh. What... what's your favorite thing t'drink?" He chewed his lip fiercely as he snuck a glance over his shoulder at her, barely paying attention to the pineapples in front of him.
