Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180620200007

Tirush gives a flat look to the huge chunk of ice, sighing and rolling her eyes.

"I did not mean...ach, it is no worry. I can break it when we arrive..."

And with that, she again takes to the air and picks Jorge up, seemingly unaffected by the huge additional weight of the ice. Within a short few minutes, they again land at the camp.

She sets Jorge down and, rustling and tucking her wings, walks up to Jorge and grips the block. With a squeeze of her talons, she breaks off a chunk about the size of a fist, and looks around.

"Where did the little sparrow go...? Ahh." She sees Prad coming back to the camp, not having seen him on the return flight from having come from the opposite direction. She steps towards him and holds out the canteen and piece of ice.

"Here, now. If you thirst now, have the ice first, for it will not last.  Save your water skin for after battle.  We shall have thirst, I think." She holds the ice between her talons, her fingers not touching it.