At least the smaller streams and rivers in the Greatwood were frozen over this time of year, so Tal didn't have to worry about getting his feet wet as he followed his dragon through the snow-kissed forest. He'd picked up a local delivery, figuring it would be a quick and easy little job, but the recipient hadn't been at home, and the courier was a stickler for making sure his deliveries got into exactly the right hands. Luckily his companion had a ridiculously good nose for a dragon, and she'd snuffled around the doorstep for a while before suddenly trotting off, heading out of the Village and into the trees.
And over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house the saltkiss estuary they went.
"Delivery for Liam Dawson," Tal called as a man came into view around a thick stand of mangroves. Boreal's assurance through their bond let him know that this was the owner of the scent around the house. Now the courier just had to hope they'd been at the right house!
And over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house the saltkiss estuary they went.
"Delivery for Liam Dawson," Tal called as a man came into view around a thick stand of mangroves. Boreal's assurance through their bond let him know that this was the owner of the scent around the house. Now the courier just had to hope they'd been at the right house!
