Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180602024630

"Let them come.  It would be for them a bitter feast."

Tirush, looking to the pit that Jorge is digging, hops down off of her stump. Looking around a bit, she spots a sizable rock, somewhat larger than the girth of a child's play ball.

"Here...this will do.  An old nesting trick, this..."

Taking the rock to her mouth, she inhales deeply, turning away from the group and using her winhs as a heat shield. Breathing slowly, but intensely, anyone who can see past her wing sees her turning it as she does so. Gradually, it begins to glow a dull orange, then brighter, until it begins to appear smooth and almost molten. Small globs drip off, sizzling in the ground.

"Here.  More heat than a fire, and I can feed it, but no smoke, and less light."

She steps over and holds it closer to Jorge, and anyone within a ten foot radius can feel considerable heat from it.

"Move aside, and I shall set it in the scrape you have made."