Torchline's coast was entirely delightful to Tal in this season; the unnatural chill was well within his tolerance and was still warmer than Halovian Longheat. But time and tide and War were waiting for no one, and such carefree pursuits were better left until all the chips had fallen. Tal might not have wanted to admit it, but the thought lingered as he nodded acknowledgment to the General's suggestions. "Yeah, beats going ass over teakettle over a waterfall into the deep end," he admitted with a sheepish wince and a faint flush of remembered--
Uh. Divinity.
Tal scooped up the bird, separating out a few feathers as he remembered another task on his list, and tucked it into his Bag while Deimos coaxed the sapling into fruition. "For one of us, at least," he chuckled, rubbing Boreal's eye ridges fondly. "She ate a big meal a few days ago. But she always has room for treats, somehow," he added with a grin, sounding a little proud of that silly fact.
"So, uh. If y'grew up on the coast, how'd you end up livin' in Halo instead of Torchline?"
Uh. Divinity.
Tal scooped up the bird, separating out a few feathers as he remembered another task on his list, and tucked it into his Bag while Deimos coaxed the sapling into fruition. "For one of us, at least," he chuckled, rubbing Boreal's eye ridges fondly. "She ate a big meal a few days ago. But she always has room for treats, somehow," he added with a grin, sounding a little proud of that silly fact.
"So, uh. If y'grew up on the coast, how'd you end up livin' in Halo instead of Torchline?"
