Frostbound

Chris

Frostheim

The pale blue tongues of my Spirit Flame flickered and danced as it roared from the mana. I was feeding it quite a bit to get it to such a state. The metal didn't necessitate such... ferocity, but I liked how cold it made the room and it was fun to watch the flame dance.

I liked to see something that represented cold being portrayed as a flame. The contradiction made it amusing.

Fed with my mana, the Flame could get to levels that even I would have to be careful around it, but not in any serious way. If I left my hand straight in the flame, sure frostbite would be an issue, but just standing next to it didn't necessitate such caution.

Especially with [Jotun's Resistance] in my back pocket. Channeling that skill caused my resistance to Cold to skyrocket and I'd probably be able to tap dance upon the flame naked and be fine, as long as I had the mana to fuel it.

A chattering of teeth drew me away from the part I was making. I knew she was there but I was surprised she hadn't said anything yet. It seemed that was about to be rectified.

"Whatcha doing?" Her high-pitched voice sounded through the shivering she was fighting through. The amount of fur layers was funny to see on one so small.

"Testing," I said. I knew it would result in follow-up questions, but it was sometimes fun to force her to ask. The frustration it caused her.

"Testing what?"

"My Skills."

"What Skills?"