Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180218042108/@comment-26108027-20180220140415

"w-w-w-win-winter c-c-comes f-fast here.." Tiral stutters, getting to his hooves and shaking  the snow off of his hands. He rubs his hands together, and as he opens his palms a turquoise fire blooms between them. Tiral holds it out and slowly let's his hands drop, allowing the flame to hover next to him.