01-30-2019, 04:03 AM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
The roan follows the bay, just like the yearling boy does. The bay stallion mentions the structure being sturdy enough for now, and so Leilan doesn't feel like he needs to add anything. He nods when Aziz says the ice could be needed for larger buildings, and starts to walk the inside perimeter of the dome.
But he's not yet two steps away when their guest interferes with a question. If he please could? The scaled stallion tilts his head at the boy, then shrugs to Aziz. "I'll see to one of those walls then." he grins a bit, it's not like it's probably needed - in time, where the wind comes from, an agglomeration of snow and ice will probably form against the wall without his interference - nature will claim back what it loses, or otherwise will conquer. But he can do a little something to entertain a younger one, sure.
Building is serious business, but they better talk about decorating later on, too. Apparently it attracts visitors.
He takes the few strides to go back outside, waiting for Pteron so he's not immediately buffeted by the wind. Then, he approaches one of the walls that shield them from the wind. Taking up position sideways of it, he examines the rock. If the wind continuously comes from one side, then it will be good to glaze that part over - the wind would then be guided around and over the rock by the smoother surface.
It doesn't take too long for him to call to the magic. Funny, last time he did this he was patching up a hole, and it doesn't feel like much of a difference. His eyes switch back to a near-colourless icy blue as he does, where previously there had been a hint of aqua blue or even green in them. The icy cold jets that leave him are not exactly ice yet (he's not a storage of ice) but as soon as the cold touches the rocky surface, frost flowers bloom shortly, and ice forms with the gaseous water out of the air. It's quick now that they're so close to the sea, and soon enough a thick layer of ice covers the wall where he's passed by it.
Not too long a time later, he stops with a shake of his head and a small movement of his jaw (having it hang open all the time can cause a strain), and inspects the half-pyramid of ice that now stands against the wall. "That should do it."
But he's not yet two steps away when their guest interferes with a question. If he please could? The scaled stallion tilts his head at the boy, then shrugs to Aziz. "I'll see to one of those walls then." he grins a bit, it's not like it's probably needed - in time, where the wind comes from, an agglomeration of snow and ice will probably form against the wall without his interference - nature will claim back what it loses, or otherwise will conquer. But he can do a little something to entertain a younger one, sure.
Building is serious business, but they better talk about decorating later on, too. Apparently it attracts visitors.
He takes the few strides to go back outside, waiting for Pteron so he's not immediately buffeted by the wind. Then, he approaches one of the walls that shield them from the wind. Taking up position sideways of it, he examines the rock. If the wind continuously comes from one side, then it will be good to glaze that part over - the wind would then be guided around and over the rock by the smoother surface.
It doesn't take too long for him to call to the magic. Funny, last time he did this he was patching up a hole, and it doesn't feel like much of a difference. His eyes switch back to a near-colourless icy blue as he does, where previously there had been a hint of aqua blue or even green in them. The icy cold jets that leave him are not exactly ice yet (he's not a storage of ice) but as soon as the cold touches the rocky surface, frost flowers bloom shortly, and ice forms with the gaseous water out of the air. It's quick now that they're so close to the sea, and soon enough a thick layer of ice covers the wall where he's passed by it.
Not too long a time later, he stops with a shake of his head and a small movement of his jaw (having it hang open all the time can cause a strain), and inspects the half-pyramid of ice that now stands against the wall. "That should do it."
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Aziz] @[Pteron]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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