"Well, they smell terrible when it rains--" the bard had begun when the heat and light caused him to duck, swearing briefly in Sylvan as he threw a protective arm over his head, ready to dodge from the attack of whoever had cast a fucking fireball in the middle of a populated area--
But the heat lingered and he risked a look up at the majestic bird that hovered above them, wings of fire spread wide as she burned brightly and lit up the late afternoon clouds. After a moment of awed silence the bard sat back, laughing at his overreaction (it was funny now, but too often such reflexes had saved him from dangers that were all too real). He shook his head ruefully, admiring the creature for a few moments before he slanted Loren a wry grin. "Guess you do have them where you're from, huh?"
But the heat lingered and he risked a look up at the majestic bird that hovered above them, wings of fire spread wide as she burned brightly and lit up the late afternoon clouds. After a moment of awed silence the bard sat back, laughing at his overreaction (it was funny now, but too often such reflexes had saved him from dangers that were all too real). He shook his head ruefully, admiring the creature for a few moments before he slanted Loren a wry grin. "Guess you do have them where you're from, huh?"
