[open] When you worry, you make it double

[Leilan]

It’s a right shithole, the Isle these days. It has been better by a little, with the winter snow covering the granite, burnt bushes, and ashes. Finally the air does no longer feel as dusty.

The downside of the thin layers of snow in the southern area, however, is the fact that the cracks are no longer visible. Where the dragon’s fire had heated the stone and been directly followed up with Leilan’s countering ice, the Isle had not taken well to the extreme temperature differences. Castile’s fire breathing as well, had caused pressurized steam vaults to appear (or perhaps just to be re-pressurized). Some of the new geysers laid the cracks bare again, but some remained hidden death-traps for those who had not familiarized themselves with them over the last summer.

It is with that disturbing thought that he partially shifts to regain his dragon wings, and steers himself towards the newcomer swiftly in hopes to catch him before he breaks a leg. As he comes closer, the dragon-stallion grins, landing a while away, letting the wings disappear again and calling over from there. ”Arquus! What’s brought you to the hellhole at the end of the world, hey?”

He knows the answer though, and does not wait for it before shoulder-bumping his friend. ”I’m sad to see you didn’t bring a herd of girls with you.” he says in a playful, mock-disappointed tone.

nothing burns like the cold

Leilan

@[Arquus]

PS I sticked the burning of the isle-thread