Bone grunted, pulling herself like a drenched cat from the river. She could feel the chill of Svartis' magic, and it sent her from burned to shivering, in combination with the water, very quickly.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she grumbled--but her speech was just a tad distorted by the burns. She glanced sidelong at the still-smoldering dead tree, crumbling now as nothing but charred ash, and glared at it for its betrayal.

Then back to Svartis.

"Actually, I kinda learned schomefing. I dunno if you felt it too, I... feel like it's strongest, here? But it's been sort of cropping up on its own," she said.

A moment of concentration--Bone soaked and on the ground, now--and her hide seemed to briefly shimmer and flare. She could feel that it had worked, and she glared challengingly up at her brother. "Hit me with efferyfing you got," and the words sort of stumbled over a burnt tongue. "...Ash-hole," she added, in challenge.

The white dragon winced, a little, as ice crackled across her scales. But magicka flared up, her hide glinting and... shedding some of the magic. Not all--not even half, by a long shot. But it was clear that the worst of any real damage would not have had as much an impact as it could have.

"Now you tshry," she challenged, reptilian face twisting into something like a grin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she shoved into the air, wings beating. Clawed hands gestured downward--then up--the flames already-present down on the log twisting at her tug. It wasn't the sort of immense fire blast that would truly cause damage, though it might singe if not blocked. But it was definitely enough for an attack, at least in sparring.

I'm leaving most of you there, she thought, directly to the flame--but this is good for practice. For both of us. -Burn him a little.

Ferocity wasn't something she often felt. She was, generally, a gentle creature--but beyond that, deep within, she was a fire-breathing dragon.

Challenge flashed in her eyes.

"Let's find out!" she cried, competitiveness sparking up in her. She inhaled--and first, a bellow echoed from her, deep and reverberating. It left bass wing-thumps echoing down the Gorge passages as she inhaled a second time.

Burn HIM. Not... badly... but-

White jaws snapped open, and a flamethrower torrent plumed out toward her brother, reaching, roaring, crackling with heat...

Bone dropped back down, belching, shaking herself, then dipping jaws into the cool river-water. Only after she'd again soothed the burns, somewhat, did she turn to peer at her brother.

"Obviously," she said, drily--and then, more solemn: "But we should make sure we're both in practice. We might need our magic sooner, rather than later-... Think we can figure out a way to work together? -Can you freeze stuff into place? I could burn it after, maybe," she added, thoughtfully.

If they had to fight the likes of Orthoclase and Vargas together, it would be best to have some form of plan--some method of cooperation.

The others almost certainly did.