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paradisalost2011-10-02 04:00 pm
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Leaves on Fire (AKA - The Fire Umbrella)
[Well... this was bound to happen. Something was bound to go wrong and the castle was bound to do something that would break the fragile days of... "peace". Though admittedly this was better than any invasion, or where leaves falling like rain considered an invasion? More benign at least, than anything they had faced in awhile.
Still, a man did not like to be walking through a rain and sea of leaves, so with that in mind, Ashura simply... decided to clear the storm a bit, at least above his own head.
Fire swirled in loops above his head, and any leaves that fell into it crisped and burned as he made his way towards the stables, the sea of leaves making the going rougher than it should have been. The air around him would have that pleasant, smokey smell like at a barbecue , but Ashura was being quite careful not to let ashes cause a bigger fire or set trees or anything else on fire. That would be rather detrimental, would it not, and he was fairly sure neither he, the trees, or other residents would appreciate a conflagration. At the least it meant that he had a small bit of peace above his own head if nothing else, but he would be willing to expand it if someone were to ask and maybe offer up some conversation in return.]
Still, a man did not like to be walking through a rain and sea of leaves, so with that in mind, Ashura simply... decided to clear the storm a bit, at least above his own head.
Fire swirled in loops above his head, and any leaves that fell into it crisped and burned as he made his way towards the stables, the sea of leaves making the going rougher than it should have been. The air around him would have that pleasant, smokey smell like at a barbecue , but Ashura was being quite careful not to let ashes cause a bigger fire or set trees or anything else on fire. That would be rather detrimental, would it not, and he was fairly sure neither he, the trees, or other residents would appreciate a conflagration. At the least it meant that he had a small bit of peace above his own head if nothing else, but he would be willing to expand it if someone were to ask and maybe offer up some conversation in return.]