Tal generally avoided the training grounds in the Citadel these years, but he went where the job took him.
Unfortunately, today that job was made a lot harder than usual. The snow of Snowcloak's streets was melting for the first time in... well... ever, and his usual dogsled method of moving large shipments around the city was in shambles. It left the courier grunting and swearing as he wrestled a large box down the street, pulling a wagon whose wheels were getting mired in the mud - mud!!! - of the side street that apparently hadn't been cobbled before the eternal snow had frozen it over and covered it for centuries.
Except it wasn't so eternal now, was it?
The really galling thing was that this was what he'd always dreamed of. Throwing off Eirachi's influence, healing the land from its coating of year-round ice, restoring the seasonal balance...
He just hadn't considered all the mud it would entail.
It was a very dirty courier indeed, bearing a fierce scowl, who finally wrangled the wagon into the training grounds with a groan and dropped the handle. "Anyone around t'sign for this?" he called out, trying to stay professional in the face of his grumpiness, but gods, he could bite someone right about now.
Unfortunately, today that job was made a lot harder than usual. The snow of Snowcloak's streets was melting for the first time in... well... ever, and his usual dogsled method of moving large shipments around the city was in shambles. It left the courier grunting and swearing as he wrestled a large box down the street, pulling a wagon whose wheels were getting mired in the mud - mud!!! - of the side street that apparently hadn't been cobbled before the eternal snow had frozen it over and covered it for centuries.
Except it wasn't so eternal now, was it?
The really galling thing was that this was what he'd always dreamed of. Throwing off Eirachi's influence, healing the land from its coating of year-round ice, restoring the seasonal balance...
He just hadn't considered all the mud it would entail.
It was a very dirty courier indeed, bearing a fierce scowl, who finally wrangled the wagon into the training grounds with a groan and dropped the handle. "Anyone around t'sign for this?" he called out, trying to stay professional in the face of his grumpiness, but gods, he could bite someone right about now.
