Greeneyed23
Pulsar
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2013
He laughed.
Beth's eyes flashed toward him.
"She did it. And well. but also made a mistake many young Dragons do."
He took a spoon and held it beneath his nose, breathed just once and it became red hot. He pressed it to Tirana's arm. Both Rowena and Beth called out in alarm but the spoon had no effect.
He removed it to reveal that no only was there no scar or burn, but also that the heat in the metal had been removed as well. "We absorb heat Tirana. And are immune to any harm from it. Especially within. Our inner temperatures are many times that of our external heats. Including the flames we produce."
Rowena's eyes narrowed. "I still don't like you overheating my silver, or trying to burn my granddaughter."
He chuckled. "Yes Great mother."
he tossed the spoon to her. it bounced and she caught it deftly, amazed that it was ice cold now. And polished beyond belief. She stared at it. "How...?"
"True silver purifies under immense heat." He gestured at Tirana. "I'd have her test out all your silver. And other precious metals. Good way to work on her control, and she needs the practice."
Rowena blinked, then looked at Tirana. "You know sweety I am so very proud of you...but I don't think i will ever grasp all of the amazing things you can do now."
Nabaz chuckled. "Forgive me Great Mother, but even i know for a fact i haven't grasped everything about myself. Just this morning I learned that sniffing peachfluff will clean out my sinuses and make pink flames."
Beth looked up. "Pink?"
Rowena cocked her head. "Why is that odd? Flames are flames."
He smirked and flicked his thumb at Tirana. "She does or will blow purple flames."
Beth's eyes widened. "She does not....Tirana that's amazing!!" She then looked at him. "What about your's?"
He turned, spotted a lantern, then whistled. As he did a jet of flame black and darker than midnight shot out, seeming to darken the whole day even in that instant, as it lit the lantern. The wick burned invisibly for a moment, then was the normal golden orange of fire.
Rowena and Beth stared, then Beth turned to look at the table. "Gramma do we have any peachfluff?"
He shook his head. "No. but I do."
He took a pinch and sniffed it, closed his eyes, then blew out a breath. His flames were bright hot pink.
Beth giggled and clapped, then looked at Tirana. "Dragons are so awesome."
Nabaz winked at Tirana. "You have no idea."
Beth's eyes flashed toward him.
"She did it. And well. but also made a mistake many young Dragons do."
He took a spoon and held it beneath his nose, breathed just once and it became red hot. He pressed it to Tirana's arm. Both Rowena and Beth called out in alarm but the spoon had no effect.
He removed it to reveal that no only was there no scar or burn, but also that the heat in the metal had been removed as well. "We absorb heat Tirana. And are immune to any harm from it. Especially within. Our inner temperatures are many times that of our external heats. Including the flames we produce."
Rowena's eyes narrowed. "I still don't like you overheating my silver, or trying to burn my granddaughter."
He chuckled. "Yes Great mother."
he tossed the spoon to her. it bounced and she caught it deftly, amazed that it was ice cold now. And polished beyond belief. She stared at it. "How...?"
"True silver purifies under immense heat." He gestured at Tirana. "I'd have her test out all your silver. And other precious metals. Good way to work on her control, and she needs the practice."
Rowena blinked, then looked at Tirana. "You know sweety I am so very proud of you...but I don't think i will ever grasp all of the amazing things you can do now."
Nabaz chuckled. "Forgive me Great Mother, but even i know for a fact i haven't grasped everything about myself. Just this morning I learned that sniffing peachfluff will clean out my sinuses and make pink flames."
Beth looked up. "Pink?"
Rowena cocked her head. "Why is that odd? Flames are flames."
He smirked and flicked his thumb at Tirana. "She does or will blow purple flames."
Beth's eyes widened. "She does not....Tirana that's amazing!!" She then looked at him. "What about your's?"
He turned, spotted a lantern, then whistled. As he did a jet of flame black and darker than midnight shot out, seeming to darken the whole day even in that instant, as it lit the lantern. The wick burned invisibly for a moment, then was the normal golden orange of fire.
Rowena and Beth stared, then Beth turned to look at the table. "Gramma do we have any peachfluff?"
He shook his head. "No. but I do."
He took a pinch and sniffed it, closed his eyes, then blew out a breath. His flames were bright hot pink.
Beth giggled and clapped, then looked at Tirana. "Dragons are so awesome."
Nabaz winked at Tirana. "You have no idea."