The dragon grumbled happily at the scritches and settled back, appeased as he went for the hoped-for treats. Tal huffed at her in exasperated fondness - hard to tell, in that moment, which one of them had learned it from the other - as she settled down on the path beside Deimos with her prize and nibbled daintily at the scrap. "Sorry about that," he mumbled, not entirely sincerely; it wasn't like he spoiled her any less.
Tal tilted his head up as Deimos stood, and the contents of his box were revealed from the General's new vantage: the cactus that the courier had obtained from the table.
Looking, if anything, even sadder than it had in the swamp.
"Same," he admitted, grin going lopsided. 'Which seeds did y'end up gettin'?"
Tal tilted his head up as Deimos stood, and the contents of his box were revealed from the General's new vantage: the cactus that the courier had obtained from the table.
Looking, if anything, even sadder than it had in the swamp.
"Same," he admitted, grin going lopsided. 'Which seeds did y'end up gettin'?"
