Used to excited dogs - and one particular dragon - using him as a door, Tal just stood still as Sascha dashed between his legs, trusting Boreal to keep the cub out of anything truly dangerous in the building. She'd mothered enough of the sled team's pups over the years that the courier trusted her instincts, and she'd dote on the little cub until Sascha fell asleep.
Sure enough, the dragon was more than happy to twitch her tail this way and that as she curled around to watch Sascha pouncing, rumbling encouragement as the humans did silly human things in the foyer.
"Hey, thanks!" Tal scooped up the bag as soon as it was set down, peeking inside eagerly before looking back at his guest with a grin. She was looking softer than he was used to seeing, but they were a fairly matched pair in style tonight. Tal's long-sleeved shirt with cream and grey stripes was of a soft fabric and looking a little frayed at the wrists; clearly it had been worn more than a few times. His trousers were likewise a little lived-in, the linen shiny at the knees and seat as he turned to lead the way upstairs.
"It's been..." he paused, trailing off as he wrinkled his nose. He hesitated, waiting until he got to the top of the stairs before he continued. "It's been okay, 'cept...A few nights, er." Grimacing, he waved his free hand vaguely at the week-long darkness outside the shuttered window. "Two day-candles ago, I guess. Did y'happen t'look outside an' see anything'... weird?"
Sure enough, the dragon was more than happy to twitch her tail this way and that as she curled around to watch Sascha pouncing, rumbling encouragement as the humans did silly human things in the foyer.
"Hey, thanks!" Tal scooped up the bag as soon as it was set down, peeking inside eagerly before looking back at his guest with a grin. She was looking softer than he was used to seeing, but they were a fairly matched pair in style tonight. Tal's long-sleeved shirt with cream and grey stripes was of a soft fabric and looking a little frayed at the wrists; clearly it had been worn more than a few times. His trousers were likewise a little lived-in, the linen shiny at the knees and seat as he turned to lead the way upstairs.
"It's been..." he paused, trailing off as he wrinkled his nose. He hesitated, waiting until he got to the top of the stairs before he continued. "It's been okay, 'cept...A few nights, er." Grimacing, he waved his free hand vaguely at the week-long darkness outside the shuttered window. "Two day-candles ago, I guess. Did y'happen t'look outside an' see anything'... weird?"
