"Fire is good, strong. Wind, too, but fire burns and wind pushes. Water pushes and . . ." She had to pause, to figure out the word she sought. She wrapped her hands around her throat, miming choking, before releasing herself and smiling, albeit sheepishly. "Good things." Her nod was direct, but as he began speaking, she leaned in and tilted her head to catch his words. He spoke like she understood Common, and it helped her to learn.
"Act like water and fire does?" Her response was more of a hypothesis as she clambered to her knees to kneel in the sand, feeling it grate against her scales pleasantly. Sand polished the sparkling flecks of her heritage on her skin, made the scales glisten better with cleaning. She had no complaints and paid it little attention as she mimicked him, again reaching that state of calm brought on only by the nearness of the Suvan and her strange mumbling sounds before starting to exhale her res into the bowl of her cupped hands, the strain tickling the back of her throat before she transmuted the element and felt the sagging immediately settle in, the exhaustion of swimming for several hours without rest or breathing. Her breath shuddered out of her, rippling over the small pool in her hands, before she sat straight and smiled proudly. Second time in a day, and she was glad for this exercise, excusing the feeling of being faint and the nagging sensation of a headache that made her exhaustion all the more apparent.
Holding her hands over his and the flickering flame, she hesitated a moment, making sure he was ready in case something strange happened, before she released the water over the fire.
"Act like water and fire does?" Her response was more of a hypothesis as she clambered to her knees to kneel in the sand, feeling it grate against her scales pleasantly. Sand polished the sparkling flecks of her heritage on her skin, made the scales glisten better with cleaning. She had no complaints and paid it little attention as she mimicked him, again reaching that state of calm brought on only by the nearness of the Suvan and her strange mumbling sounds before starting to exhale her res into the bowl of her cupped hands, the strain tickling the back of her throat before she transmuted the element and felt the sagging immediately settle in, the exhaustion of swimming for several hours without rest or breathing. Her breath shuddered out of her, rippling over the small pool in her hands, before she sat straight and smiled proudly. Second time in a day, and she was glad for this exercise, excusing the feeling of being faint and the nagging sensation of a headache that made her exhaustion all the more apparent.
Holding her hands over his and the flickering flame, she hesitated a moment, making sure he was ready in case something strange happened, before she released the water over the fire.
