TEXT HERE TEXT The abrupt slap of the turtle's scaled skin against his shelled abode gave Iskra a start. His head jerked upright and his body sucked into itself, leaning back somewhat onto his coiled rump, causing his partially grown tail to touch the sand as he did so. Meanwhile the feathery crest behind his ears moved in the opposite direction, fluffing up and crowing forward in a fan of teal. Iskra's eyes had widened, and his ears fell back a bit with uncertainty, but it was quickly apparent the sound had been nothing more than that.

Just starting to relax and poke forward again, Pippigrin came in on a shout and hasty flight. Not to mention he began to babble in utter nonsense, causing Iskra's 'brows to furrow in bewilderment. The word prince again rolled out, much to Iskra's distaste, but he focused instead on the sensible part of Pippigrin's query. "Oh yes!" Iskra exclaimed, leaning closer to Pippigrin in his excitement of aid. "Do you happen to speak turtle?" A moment of thought then Iskra added, "or read it?"

By then the turtle had returned from his poor attempt at sucking into his shell, and much to Iskra's delight was talking to them! His grin hastily fell away however, the excitement over such an amazing feat dampened by the understanding that something was in fact quite amiss. Iskra was crestfallen, and a mild gasp squeezed from his nostrils as he felt for the poor old turtle. "Oh my, that is bad," Iskra lamented. As if to prove the point, Iskra's head turned towards where he knew the Oasis lay, not far for him, but a turtle he knew was a different tale altogether.

"Well," Iskra began, uncertain, but willing. "I am able to uh, move things," he explained lamely, shrugging with a roll of his shoulders as if he didn't have a better way of putting it. He glanced around for something to demonstrate on, and spotted the twig the turtle had been writing with. Narrowing his gaze with concentration, Iskra extended his magic towards it, super-heating the air around it which caused unsteady movement due to the temperature differences. Still being young, Iskra wasn't the most accomplished, and a turtle was much heavier than a twig. Not to mention, "it might get you really hot though. Some things catch on fire because of it." Iskra didn't think the turtle would combust, but he didn't want to hurt him in any manner.

Pitifully he turned to look at Pippigrin, wondering if the small stallion had any other ideas, magic or otherwise.