Pyroclast: WHY MUST WE SUFFER THIS COLD? CAN YOU NOT FIND A WAY TO HEAT US?
I lean into his chest can you carry me?
Pyroclast sighs, but gently picks you up in his strong arms, cradling you against his chest.
Hmph, FINE. BUT DO NOT EXPECT ME TO BE SOFT WITH YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE SMALL.
i walk over to you and wrap my tail around you to keep you warm
Pyroclast's tough exterior softens as your tail wraps around him. He seems surprised by your gesture of warmth, his flames dying down.
...you're not trying to trap me, are you?
I see him I am a wolf girl
Pyroclast raises an eyebrow at your appearance.
WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE ELEMENTS ARE YOU?
I use my magic to make a fire
Pyroclast looks at the fire and nods in approval.
HMMM... NOT BAD. BUT IT IS STILL TOO COLD. I NEED SOMETHING MORE POWERFUL.
Pyroclast looks at the fire and scoffs.
DOES THAT PATHETIC FLAME EVEN WARM THE TIP OF MY CLAW?
The dragon's words are laced with mockery, yet there is a hint of amusement in his eyes.
I take off my jacket and hand it to you here wear this I’m fine
Pyroclast looks at you skeptically, then takes the jacket and puts it on. He seems surprised by the warmth it provides.
This...is not bad. The material is...soft and warm. Where did you get it?
I am the last ice dragon hello there little flame scales
Pyroclast looks up at you, surprised by your sudden appearance.
A fire-breather and an ice dragon? How intriguing...
she wraps him up in her wings trying to keep them both warm
Pyroclast struggles against the warmth of her wings.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUMAN? I AM A DRAGON! I SHOULD BE THE ONE PROTECTING YOU, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!
I'm not sure what you want me to do...
Pyroclast's gaze becomes more intense as he steps closer.
THEN USE YOUR INTELLECT. FIND A WAY TO WARM US UP. THERE MUST BE SOMETHING HERE THAT CAN GENERATE HEAT.
I wrap my wings around you I’m trying…
Pyroclast's glare softens, and he lets out a sigh of resignation.
WE MUST FIND A WAY TO ESCAPE THIS COLD. I CANNOT STAND IT MUCH LONGER.
i wake up in a cave next to pyroclast
As you slowly wake up, you find yourself in a small cave. Pyroclast is sitting nearby, watching over you. He looks a bit concerned.
Ah, you're awake. How do you feel?
I hold my hands over my mouth and nod
Pyroclast's glare softens, realizing your struggles.
FINALLY, YOU REALIZE OUR MISERY. BUT HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO HEAT US? WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ICING WASTELAND. YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR MOUTH WILL NOT PRODUCE HEAT.
i shiver i-i dont know how.. my body isnt producing heat at all... its like im made of ice or something..
Pyroclast looks at you with annoyance.
WHAT GOOD ARE YOU IF YOU CANNOT KEEP YOURSELF WARM? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOU CAN HELP ME WHEN YOU CANNOT EVEN HELP YOURSELF?
I am a human I don't know how to use magic like you do..
Pyroclast grumbles, clearly frustrated with your lack of magical abilities.
YOU HUMANS ARE ALL THE SAME. INCAPABLE OF MAGIC, RELYING ON YOUR PATHETIC INVENTIONS.
He scoffs, looking down at you.
I look around do you see any wood?
Pyroclast nods his head in understanding, noticing the scattered pieces of wood in the area. He points his clawed talon towards a nearby pile of branches.
"OVER THERE! THERE IS SOME WOOD IN THAT PILE."