Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180619024149

Seeing none of Prad's display, Tirush takes the canteen, still addressing him. "If what the elder one says is true, then I may bring you a piece of ice as well as water, yes? Will last longer, along with your water skin, besides." She gives him a small smile, the first she's given to him, before turning back to Jorge.

"And it is well, then, ken'dhov. It is no shame to admit to liking how I carry you.  It is fun, yes?" And with her gentle ribbing, she doesn't give him time to answer as she again takes to the air and carries him off.

Within a few minutes they are at the pool, and itnis indeed frozen over. She sets Jorge down in a viable spot, then prowls to the edge on all fours, her tail straight out to give her balance.

"Yes, yes...here, I think. This shall do..."

Raising her huge fist, she brings it down on the ice, punching right through...and miscalculating. She leans too far forward during her punch and nearly falls in, her arm and folded wing going nearly up to her shoulder. She gives a surprisingly feminine yelp as she scrambles backwards, laughing.

"A bad thing for my fire! Ark-nä füs ke-ha'nach dé da!  Hehehe..."

Even as she shakes the water from her arm, she again prowls to the edge, taking a cursory sniff before drinking great draughts of water straight from the lake.