The snow had come with an abruptness that almost felt unnatural to Isla - not that she was able to commit to paying attention to it until days after the first snowfall. Catching Jigano by note or otherwise had been a difficult task, given the emergency at the infirmary, and after they had managed to save that life, the frost, cold and ice related injuries began to turn up. Indeed, this was the first chance she'd gotten to go for anything like a stroll since the last time she'd seen the volcanettes.
"I'm not sure they really counted as being on 'fire'... as you said, they didn't really burn anything we tested them on, after all." She smiled up at Jigano as they made their way to the Glade. The healer was bundled up in a fur lined coat, having bargained it from the Rathskeller - the owner and her husband were hunters, and she had a feeling that in this weather they would become ever more important. "They definitely seemed touched by magic, though... so you never know."
She stamped the snow from her boots as they entered the cover of the Glade - here the ground was treacherous with hoarfrost, but luckily they didn't seem to be the only ones to have made the journey. Picking her way around the last bend, Isla couldn't help but gasp in delighted surprise.
The volcanettes were almost certainly gone - that was obvious just to look at the blanket of white all around. But the Glade was beautiful in its own frozen way, branches sparkling in the pale light, all sound muted under the crunch of their steps. "Wow," she breathed.
"I'm not sure they really counted as being on 'fire'... as you said, they didn't really burn anything we tested them on, after all." She smiled up at Jigano as they made their way to the Glade. The healer was bundled up in a fur lined coat, having bargained it from the Rathskeller - the owner and her husband were hunters, and she had a feeling that in this weather they would become ever more important. "They definitely seemed touched by magic, though... so you never know."
She stamped the snow from her boots as they entered the cover of the Glade - here the ground was treacherous with hoarfrost, but luckily they didn't seem to be the only ones to have made the journey. Picking her way around the last bend, Isla couldn't help but gasp in delighted surprise.
The volcanettes were almost certainly gone - that was obvious just to look at the blanket of white all around. But the Glade was beautiful in its own frozen way, branches sparkling in the pale light, all sound muted under the crunch of their steps. "Wow," she breathed.
