Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180315035552

Tirush watches the children, her eyebrows rising in a way that shows she obviously is on to their game, though her face remains stoic,  almost comically so.

She turns halfway back, then looks down to the ground, as if she's searching for something. Then, she sees what she wants. She bends down and scoops up a handful of particularly light sand. It spills between her fingers as she cups her large hands around it, bringing it to her mouth, the gap between her thumbs lressed to her lips.

Taking a deep breath, she blows in slowly.

There is a muted rushing sound. Flames lick between her fingers, her hands now a makeshift kiln. Breathing gently two, three times in this way, she stops, and pulls her hands apart.

She listens to Acheron speak to Armata as she begins rubbing the glowing blob between her hands, like bright orange putty. She kneads it idly, as if she's passing thetime as she listens. After a few moments of doing this, she reaches up toher hair, and plucks out a single bead from one of her few hair ornaments. Her fingers working, she kneads the bead into the blob.

Once more she cups her hands, and blows. She rolls the glowing blob into a ball, then gives it a little toss into the air.

She catches it in a fold of her wing. She shakes her wing a little, sounds of the molten sphere rolling around in a muted way. She does this for ten or so seconds, then flips her wing open, tossing the sphere up, and catching it again.

She holds the new large marble up, now cool to the touch, inspecting it.

Looking over her shoulder, she gives the children  one last look, finally smiling. Kneeling, she rolls it to them.

She stands and turns, not waiting for thier reaction, looking once more at Acheron and Armata. She is done before Armata finishes his speech.