Danger gleams like sunshine
He manages to grasp some fragile balance with spread feet and arms, looking very much like someone stepping in the middle of a fight about to break out. Huffing a breath of relief for not totally eating it, the question of where the ice has come from is quickly answered by the frozen flowers presented to him. The woman seems caught between distraught and furious, apparently ready to freeze the entire field in her anger, but being kind enough to stop at where he stands.
Keeping his arms spread, Zavien straightens carefully, adjusting when he feels the traction of his boots lessen. "Oh, well, they still look pretty - kind of like they're made of glass." His eyes scan the crystalline structures, wondering how long the ice would last if the woman wanted it to. Shrugging his shoulders, he offers an encouraging smile. "Your mom might like them more this way."
The growl that the woman emits is more than a little terrifying, resonating in a way that suggests there's more to her than ice magic, despite the way the frozen water snaps and cracks threateningly along the ground. It forces a strangled sound from the mud, the playful creature(s?) falling silent with her explosive shout. "Well, I don't think it'll be bothering you anymore."
Just to be safe, Sol joins in the fight, hopping forth to pounce his paws against the slick surface. But the little dragon doesn't compensate for the lack of grip, and his braced form spins out across the ice in a comical display of glittering scales, eyes wide with shock.
Keeping his arms spread, Zavien straightens carefully, adjusting when he feels the traction of his boots lessen. "Oh, well, they still look pretty - kind of like they're made of glass." His eyes scan the crystalline structures, wondering how long the ice would last if the woman wanted it to. Shrugging his shoulders, he offers an encouraging smile. "Your mom might like them more this way."
The growl that the woman emits is more than a little terrifying, resonating in a way that suggests there's more to her than ice magic, despite the way the frozen water snaps and cracks threateningly along the ground. It forces a strangled sound from the mud, the playful creature(s?) falling silent with her explosive shout. "Well, I don't think it'll be bothering you anymore."
Just to be safe, Sol joins in the fight, hopping forth to pounce his paws against the slick surface. But the little dragon doesn't compensate for the lack of grip, and his braced form spins out across the ice in a comical display of glittering scales, eyes wide with shock.
Zavien
to a brave man's eyes.
