10-03-2021, 10:55 AM
Sickle can’t help but make a little bit of a face when Fyr mentions who his mom is. Aela had been the one who wore the face of her cousin, part of the group of those that had lured Sickle into the Pampas. To keep her safe. And she would rather be here than with her father, but she’d rather be with her own mom above it all. It doesn’t feel polite to tell someone that their mom is deceptive, though, so Sickle turns her frown down to the flowers in an attempt to hide it and makes no other remark on the matter.
Despite the fact that she feels a twinge in her heart when Fyr asks about her home, it does the trick of bringing her smile back as she pictures the dense jungle and the rich scents that she stirred up when she ran through the undergrowth. “It’s great. It’s full of trees and there’s this big old volcano and there’s all these little rivers of fire that help keep it warm all year so it’s always green.” Or, at least, Sickle assumes that’s why it’s warm all the time - all she really knows is that it’s pretty fun to jump across these rivulets of lava. “And there’s like a million different animals too. It’s never silent.” Another point in its favour, she thought.
Her curiosity spikes when she catches the gleam of mischief in Fyr’s gaze - it’s a look she recognizes. There’s no time to wonder what he’s up to because in the next moment, the burnt patch of earth bursts into flame except for around him. She startles backwards, dragon scales instinctively coat her skin and protect her from the flames (a trick that she is not even aware she can do until it happens). Those mismatched eyes of her are wide as she watches the fire change to a field of flaming flowers. “Wow!!” Her exclamation is filled with wonder and she just gets the courage to reach out to one of the blooms when they sizzle out. Though maybe a little disappointed, she is still impressed. She can change her own shape but she can’t make things. “That’s amazing!”
Despite the fact that she feels a twinge in her heart when Fyr asks about her home, it does the trick of bringing her smile back as she pictures the dense jungle and the rich scents that she stirred up when she ran through the undergrowth. “It’s great. It’s full of trees and there’s this big old volcano and there’s all these little rivers of fire that help keep it warm all year so it’s always green.” Or, at least, Sickle assumes that’s why it’s warm all the time - all she really knows is that it’s pretty fun to jump across these rivulets of lava. “And there’s like a million different animals too. It’s never silent.” Another point in its favour, she thought.
Her curiosity spikes when she catches the gleam of mischief in Fyr’s gaze - it’s a look she recognizes. There’s no time to wonder what he’s up to because in the next moment, the burnt patch of earth bursts into flame except for around him. She startles backwards, dragon scales instinctively coat her skin and protect her from the flames (a trick that she is not even aware she can do until it happens). Those mismatched eyes of her are wide as she watches the fire change to a field of flaming flowers. “Wow!!” Her exclamation is filled with wonder and she just gets the courage to reach out to one of the blooms when they sizzle out. Though maybe a little disappointed, she is still impressed. She can change her own shape but she can’t make things. “That’s amazing!”
@Fyr