Event Nineteen.

[awashmods]

Shall I compare thee to a blasting hot stove? Thou art more scary and more perilous; As thou sit above thy towering treasure trove, Thy breath is bad and thy voice garrulous.

t's yet another day in which a bunch of people ended up in the bottom of the well. It's very, very cold down there, though spring is at least slowly starting to make itself known -- But the people in the Town who would usually come save you might be a little distracted today by the glimmer of scales on the ground, and the unfortunate side effects that come along with them. Don't worry, friends in the well -- as soon as you haul yourself out via magic powers or that convenient rope ladder dangling down into the water, you too can join in the chaos of picking up those sparkly, pretty scales. Welcome to Awash's Nineteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

[superioritis]

( Ugh, how undignified. )

With your tongue?

( To his credit, the tone he uses is inquisitive and not so accusatory. But his expression shows his doubt, as well as his confusion—does this man truly believe that he can create fire by making strange noises? A normal person would start a fire through conventional means, then start cooking from there. )

[tosa]

Nah, that'd be a lot of work, don't ya think? Having to lick everything you want...

( But he sits up, taking a break from the fire making, )

I was breathing fire all over the place earlier! At first it was pretty bad but then I thought hey, if it's gonna be like that, might as well make the most out of it, 'specially since it's so cold out.

[superioritis]

( Arching an eyebrow, he brings a hand up to rest on his hip. )

Breathing fire, you say? How is that possible?