Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
Should I? Ever might have asked if he could focus on the buzzing in his ears. It was growing louder and louder such that had he not opened his eyes and looked at Isla, he'd have missed what she asked him. Only because he was able to read her lips did he understand, and though he'd have declined had she not already unpacked one of the kits ("those are for people who need them", he'd protest), that she had done so loosened his hand and his objections.
Trying not to let himself pour it over his face or spill half of it as he drank, the aviator took a small sip and then waited to see how his stomach would handle it. Realizing only then, that, because it was magical water he actually might be better served pouring it on his skin, he tilted his head back and did just that. Letting the water rain down his curls before it dibbled in his eyes and down his chin, it was with a self-deprecating laugh that the aviator straightened and exhaled.
"That was very silly of me." He said sheepishly, wiping some of the water out of his eyes before drinking the rest of it. "The heat really does sneak up on you. Thank you, Isla."
Trying not to let himself pour it over his face or spill half of it as he drank, the aviator took a small sip and then waited to see how his stomach would handle it. Realizing only then, that, because it was magical water he actually might be better served pouring it on his skin, he tilted his head back and did just that. Letting the water rain down his curls before it dibbled in his eyes and down his chin, it was with a self-deprecating laugh that the aviator straightened and exhaled.
"That was very silly of me." He said sheepishly, wiping some of the water out of his eyes before drinking the rest of it. "The heat really does sneak up on you. Thank you, Isla."
