[Thankfully for everyone, Qilby does know exactly what to do. Just as usual!]
The first thing any Eliatrope learns is how to deal with a dragon having a temper tantrum.
[After its tail makes another pass, pounding the tree once more and showering the two of them with splinters, Qilby fearlessly strides forward. A portal beneath the beast would be easiest, he thinks -- he'd drop it in the ocean if he knew where the nearest one was, let it cool off a little. But he decides that simply bringing it back to where the mages are is best. Let the dragon's brothers sort him out.
He lifts his hand, palm out -- it's an almost lazy gesture, practiced so much that whatever magic he's got in store is like muscle memory. An Eliatrope's portals come so naturally to them, they barely have to think about it.
A moment passes. Even the dragon pauses in its snarling to watch him expectantly.
Another moment passes. The dragon's still there. Something's wrong.]
i just want to let you know that i almost accidentally said "sprinkles" instead of "splinters"
The first thing any Eliatrope learns is how to deal with a dragon having a temper tantrum.
[After its tail makes another pass, pounding the tree once more and showering the two of them with splinters, Qilby fearlessly strides forward. A portal beneath the beast would be easiest, he thinks -- he'd drop it in the ocean if he knew where the nearest one was, let it cool off a little. But he decides that simply bringing it back to where the mages are is best. Let the dragon's brothers sort him out.
He lifts his hand, palm out -- it's an almost lazy gesture, practiced so much that whatever magic he's got in store is like muscle memory. An Eliatrope's portals come so naturally to them, they barely have to think about it.
A moment passes. Even the dragon pauses in its snarling to watch him expectantly.
Another moment passes. The dragon's still there. Something's wrong.]