Having not considered keeping score, Cora briefly mused with Yahtzee over their points. She was in this more to gauge Yahtzee's performance, and she knew he wanted to test his skills. Their last point would be his to claim, as he so poetically put. Cora scoffed, wondering what flashy fire move he'd pull next. Her hands twitched in anticipation as he drew in a breath, held it, and nodded.
When she thought 'flashy', she wasn't expecting dragon's breath. As in literally. Yahtzee blew out a great wall of hot flame that licked its way to her, roaring with raw power. Acting on pure instinct, Cora threw up the quickest shield of ice in front of her, and the fire met it in a great hiss of steam. Fiery flames rushed around on all sides of Cora, almost encircling her in wicked heat for several agonizing moments before the dragon attack abated.
As the smoke cleared, Cora's shield crumpled and fell to the ground in a heap of steaming, shattered ice. Along Cora's blocking arm were dark, ashy embers that thinly smoked. A few places on her cheek and face also had the same burn marks, though these were more intense and stark in contrast to her pale skin.
Wincing, Cora gingerly touched her face to feel the damage. "Well, I think the last point goes to you. You're saying Salamander taught you that?" Under her touch the burns iced over, covered in a thin layer of frozen water. She did this for all her burn marks to soothe them and take out the heat.
"Don't worry about these, I'll have Phil look at them in the morning." Cora said in response to his eyes gracing her burns. She didn't hold him responsible or anything, she knew what she was getting herself into.
With a nod to Yahtzee she walked back over to the fire pit, donning her black hoodie but not bothering to zip it up. "Phil," She said, plopping down on the other log beside him. "Tomorrow morning, as soon as there's enough light, do you think you could try healing me before we take off?" She gestured to the burns along her cheekbone.
The fire burned low as the night went on. Cora added the remaining logs to the fire, but for the most part watched it die down. Will offered to take the first watch, to which Cora nodded appreciatively. Quite drained from her matches before (plus whatever shit she sustained), Cora curled up on some dead grass. Not as shitty as sleeping on stone, at least. She considered, patting down grass that flaked away under her hand. Rolling her hoodie up, she used it as a pillow in the effort to get comfy. Surprising to her insomniac self, the moment she shut her eyes she was out. Little snores escaped her lips, but besides that Cora was still as the grave.
Will's voice woke her sometime in the night, but her grogginess made it hard to remember exactly what he said. Groaning, she dragged herself up from the dirt, draping her shoulders with her hoodie. It took an excessive amount of energy to stumble to the entrance, but through half-open eyes Cora only saw Will in the low fire light. "Mm, what's going on, Will?" She asked tiredly, rubbing her eye.
When she thought 'flashy', she wasn't expecting dragon's breath. As in literally. Yahtzee blew out a great wall of hot flame that licked its way to her, roaring with raw power. Acting on pure instinct, Cora threw up the quickest shield of ice in front of her, and the fire met it in a great hiss of steam. Fiery flames rushed around on all sides of Cora, almost encircling her in wicked heat for several agonizing moments before the dragon attack abated.
As the smoke cleared, Cora's shield crumpled and fell to the ground in a heap of steaming, shattered ice. Along Cora's blocking arm were dark, ashy embers that thinly smoked. A few places on her cheek and face also had the same burn marks, though these were more intense and stark in contrast to her pale skin.
Wincing, Cora gingerly touched her face to feel the damage. "Well, I think the last point goes to you. You're saying Salamander taught you that?" Under her touch the burns iced over, covered in a thin layer of frozen water. She did this for all her burn marks to soothe them and take out the heat.
"Don't worry about these, I'll have Phil look at them in the morning." Cora said in response to his eyes gracing her burns. She didn't hold him responsible or anything, she knew what she was getting herself into.
With a nod to Yahtzee she walked back over to the fire pit, donning her black hoodie but not bothering to zip it up. "Phil," She said, plopping down on the other log beside him. "Tomorrow morning, as soon as there's enough light, do you think you could try healing me before we take off?" She gestured to the burns along her cheekbone.
The fire burned low as the night went on. Cora added the remaining logs to the fire, but for the most part watched it die down. Will offered to take the first watch, to which Cora nodded appreciatively. Quite drained from her matches before (plus whatever shit she sustained), Cora curled up on some dead grass. Not as shitty as sleeping on stone, at least. She considered, patting down grass that flaked away under her hand. Rolling her hoodie up, she used it as a pillow in the effort to get comfy. Surprising to her insomniac self, the moment she shut her eyes she was out. Little snores escaped her lips, but besides that Cora was still as the grave.
Will's voice woke her sometime in the night, but her grogginess made it hard to remember exactly what he said. Groaning, she dragged herself up from the dirt, draping her shoulders with her hoodie. It took an excessive amount of energy to stumble to the entrance, but through half-open eyes Cora only saw Will in the low fire light. "Mm, what's going on, Will?" She asked tiredly, rubbing her eye.