The cinders of the garden vapourised along with the drifting gusts, as the ice witch's thorns hissed against the encircled flames. Adrei's hollowed gaze darted around the destruction, frozen wasteland met cindering warcry, a death rattle for physics, continent split by circling flames and icy thorns, a miraculous sight that would have her sister sighing in wonders.
Adrei raised her hand, the circled flames retracting to her palm like whips to a houndmaster, except she cared for lesser bugs instead of a worthy enemy. The weeping hazes of fogs echoing in her ears, a cackling cry of the tarred World that revelated to the roaring flames. Amidst the cry, soft taps of soil taught the scorched lands a new form of silence, as the dragon's lips curled up at the familiar glitters that spoke of winters, as her draconic eyes, now loving instead of indifferent, turned to her lover.
"You don't need a rest?"
