Aithniel watched as the boiling water effectively took out one of the inky bugs, and she snorted, still stuck dancing while Roskuld spoke. The fire child laughed once, shortly, but she also nodded in firm agreement. “Yeah, never,” she agreed wholeheartedly. Having to dance with Roskuld was embarrassing enough, but she owned her actions, not wanting to think too much about her emotions at this point in time. There was too much else to focus on, and she finally felt herself take control of her own hooves again. She sighed in relief and then achingly walked over toward the dragon, rolling her eyes in utter irritation. There was more now?
Now there were portals. With monsters. Weird monsters that were a strange combination of animals, but she did not necessarily want to pay attention anymore. The dragon had brought this onto them all, and she was angry that they were now stuck cleaning up his mess. And then, he had the right to demand to be healed? Mesec was dirty, covered in ink, but he would live, so she ran the opposite direction of Roskuld straight toward the second creature. Aithniel summoned a large fireball and threw it at him with an angry yell, wanting nothing more than to burn it to dust.
“Hey, Mesec! Take over for me while I heal the dragon!” She yelled, turning back to run to the scaled beast while using that strange dust she had breathed before to pump whatever energy it was into this disastrous stranger. Roskuld and Isopia seemed to have the other monster. Impatiently, she used her fire to heal the stranger, a scowl on her features the entire time. The second she felt it right, Aithniel ran back to the monster, wings flapping hard to gain her speed. “Your turn to heal, Mesec!” she shouted, throwing a series of small fireballs at the monster.
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the
other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
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