Mar 25 2018, 02:08 PM
Dragon huffed, gently nudging one stone against the other with his massive, boatlike snout. He listened to everything Desire had to say, and he considered, before speaking--again, fairly quietly, for her sake.
"Fire? I am fire. Yours was delicate. Pale. Perhaps they are linked to us? ...Back away," he added, and inhaled deeply. He waited for Desire to hopefully be out of the way, feeling his magicka flow effortlessly through him, the flame coursing up and pouring out to briefly engulf the two little, touching stones in a heavy blast of flame.
Perhaps our magic will do something to them? I do not know. I do not know what they are, but if it was burning, then perhaps fire will help.
It was logic, of a sort. It was not great logic. But it was logic.
@Desire