I carried my own ashes to the mountains
His brow arched again at the summation, a proud smile at her accomplishments to follow suit. Kiada had been in multitudes of work, given her revival, and progression was to be celebrated, and then of course, tested. “Good.” He watched as the fan of fire altered into a shield, taking and eating away at the pilfered soil and earth.
But as he lifted more from the ground to offer increased portions, he found something else tugging at the earth. “Some void frostblooms, if you are up to it,” came on a wrinkled nose and embellishment of a challenge, plucking the nasty vermin straight out of the ground. Instead of hurtling it at her, however, since it presented a unique threat if it touched her, he left it hovering, bobbing, the roots dangling. If she didn’t want to maul it, he gladly would; but here was an opportunity for further inferno investment.
But as he lifted more from the ground to offer increased portions, he found something else tugging at the earth. “Some void frostblooms, if you are up to it,” came on a wrinkled nose and embellishment of a challenge, plucking the nasty vermin straight out of the ground. Instead of hurtling it at her, however, since it presented a unique threat if it touched her, he left it hovering, bobbing, the roots dangling. If she didn’t want to maul it, he gladly would; but here was an opportunity for further inferno investment.
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