Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190824035223

The Stymphalian bird was in a small village situated on the side of a mountain. It was chilly and most of the area was covered in at least a foot of snow, but Gevar didn't seem to mind. She was in her full mortal form, dressed in her typical garb- the only difference was that a cozy-looking red scarf was wrapped around her neck. She was down on one knee in front of a huddled group of children, bundled up significantly more than she. They were watching her intently.

Small licks of fire appeared on Gevar's arms and the snow around her began to steam and melt away as a result from the heat. The mortal children made noises of shock and admiration, which only increased as she produced a small ball of fire in her hands and manipulated it between her fingers like a practiced magician. She rolled it back into her palm and made it bigger, then held it out like an offering. The children put their own hands out, warming them from the cold. Gevar smiled softly, seemingly content to say where she was for the time being.

owo? what's this? 