The girl was getting farther ahead, and there wasn't much that Tal could do about it. He was already hobbling as fast as he could go. For a moment he wished wistfully for Zuriel's haughty glare; the unicorn might not deign to carry him, but she could fix his ankle in a two shakes of an ursur's tail. The wish faded away under the sullen red glow of the lava pits in the distance--
And near at hand. Tal eyed the cracks with trepidation as he and Boreal approached, but the dragon crooned encouragingly and spanned the cracks with her large, sturdy body, enough to steady the courier as he stepped gingerly across each one, leaning on his companion all the while.
He caught up with Mel at the cavern and eyed it dubiously. Back into the darkness, at least for awhile... "Shit, there are gore crows in there?" His question was almost immediately met with a call of
Meat! Meat! Meat!
in the distance behind them, but growing closer, and he swallowed back any further protest to follow the flame-haired girl into the dark.
"Yeah? What'd you think of Safrin?" he asked curiously, wondering how her impression would differ or mesh with the General's experience.
And near at hand. Tal eyed the cracks with trepidation as he and Boreal approached, but the dragon crooned encouragingly and spanned the cracks with her large, sturdy body, enough to steady the courier as he stepped gingerly across each one, leaning on his companion all the while.
He caught up with Mel at the cavern and eyed it dubiously. Back into the darkness, at least for awhile... "Shit, there are gore crows in there?" His question was almost immediately met with a call of
Meat! Meat! Meat!
in the distance behind them, but growing closer, and he swallowed back any further protest to follow the flame-haired girl into the dark.
"Yeah? What'd you think of Safrin?" he asked curiously, wondering how her impression would differ or mesh with the General's experience.
