Running away was a tried and true method that Tal could appreciate, and upon hearing that Harper could shift into a bird the courier actually started to relax. He wasn't entirely sure what an ellyfant was, but if it was big that was even better... unless there was more than one ursur. It was the last protest, however, that had Tal rubbing the heels of his hands against his eyes with a feeling of helpless despair.
"...I'm guessin' you've never met an ursur," he managed, the words sounding a little strangled as he exerted every ounce of willpower to keep his voice relatively calm. "They don't usually give y'much choice." He took a steadying breath. Then another. Then he dropped his hands to his sides and rested one on the hilt of his Dagger with the lucky(??) blink hare's foot dangling from the pommel.
"Look, I'll get your ice, an' you finish drawin' your Art, an' then we can get you someplace you can thaw, yeah?"
"...I'm guessin' you've never met an ursur," he managed, the words sounding a little strangled as he exerted every ounce of willpower to keep his voice relatively calm. "They don't usually give y'much choice." He took a steadying breath. Then another. Then he dropped his hands to his sides and rested one on the hilt of his Dagger with the lucky(??) blink hare's foot dangling from the pommel.
"Look, I'll get your ice, an' you finish drawin' your Art, an' then we can get you someplace you can thaw, yeah?"
