07-13-2016, 01:44 PM
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Other than the green that flecks his coat, Pyro is never so impressive as those with traits. Real traits. Real abilities. He's vaguely aware of them - he saw them plastered on the faces of the horses he saw in the meeting and the king himself. He's so unaware of the capacity, though, for father had no traits to speak of - other than a hot head.
Why he knows this, he'll never understand.
So when the storm blows through like electricity on the cool day his interest is peaked, he cannot help but watch the out of character appearance of a horse from snow and nothing. The horse appears but a twenty feet from himself, looking as though it thoroughly intended to land there and nowhere else. Pyro blinks, shifts his weight, shaking his head - all signs of barely concealed nervousness. These interactions are becoming more and more frequent and he's unsure what to do to mitigate the stress.
"Quite the party trick," he says, hiding the nervous octave of his voice.
Why he knows this, he'll never understand.
So when the storm blows through like electricity on the cool day his interest is peaked, he cannot help but watch the out of character appearance of a horse from snow and nothing. The horse appears but a twenty feet from himself, looking as though it thoroughly intended to land there and nowhere else. Pyro blinks, shifts his weight, shaking his head - all signs of barely concealed nervousness. These interactions are becoming more and more frequent and he's unsure what to do to mitigate the stress.
"Quite the party trick," he says, hiding the nervous octave of his voice.
pyroclast.
she was on fire last night / and i was breathing gasoline