Vanator nodded as Ronan complimented his sister's cooking. "Imagine how good her cooking tastes after eating what the Zith feed their slaves for a year. I actually got sick the first time I had one of her meals when I got here, my stomach could not handle real food! Now..." He patted his stomach, "I have no problem enjoying her cooking!"
Once the Drykas had the fire built, Vanator crouched low next to it. He cupped his hand, summoning his djed to ooze into his hand, where he formed it into a small sphere of res. Willing to hover over his palm, Vanator ignited the small ball and pushed it into a space between the stick until it spread over the tinder tucked underneath. The dry grass and bandages ingited, the small flames beginning to spread. The novice reimancer created more res, using it to gently tug on the small flames, directing them to spread through the collection of tinder and kindling until the fire began to lick at the larger pieces of wood. Holding his hands higher, Van eased more res into his palms, green gas hovering against them. Then he drew the fire towards his hands, flames reaching towards them. He snatched a tongue of fire in each hand, folding them into one, and turned to toss it towards the surf, where it dissipated into the air.
He turned to Ronan with a grin. "I'll get the meat pies." Van jogged over to Sirocco, who seemed quite interested in Tairell at the moment. The Denusk retrieved the meat pies bundled in a cloth, and a flat piece of iron. He returned to the fire, laying the iron on the fire and taking several of the pies and placing them on it. Vanator then turned back to the younger Drykas. "Ronan, what were you doing in Taldera?" His absence may have saved Ronan's life, just as the Zith colony saved his own. But a part of the older Drykas wondered why he was not with his people at a time they needed help the most.
Once the Drykas had the fire built, Vanator crouched low next to it. He cupped his hand, summoning his djed to ooze into his hand, where he formed it into a small sphere of res. Willing to hover over his palm, Vanator ignited the small ball and pushed it into a space between the stick until it spread over the tinder tucked underneath. The dry grass and bandages ingited, the small flames beginning to spread. The novice reimancer created more res, using it to gently tug on the small flames, directing them to spread through the collection of tinder and kindling until the fire began to lick at the larger pieces of wood. Holding his hands higher, Van eased more res into his palms, green gas hovering against them. Then he drew the fire towards his hands, flames reaching towards them. He snatched a tongue of fire in each hand, folding them into one, and turned to toss it towards the surf, where it dissipated into the air.
He turned to Ronan with a grin. "I'll get the meat pies." Van jogged over to Sirocco, who seemed quite interested in Tairell at the moment. The Denusk retrieved the meat pies bundled in a cloth, and a flat piece of iron. He returned to the fire, laying the iron on the fire and taking several of the pies and placing them on it. Vanator then turned back to the younger Drykas. "Ronan, what were you doing in Taldera?" His absence may have saved Ronan's life, just as the Zith colony saved his own. But a part of the older Drykas wondered why he was not with his people at a time they needed help the most.