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đđ đđđ đđđ'đ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđđ by distrust and people who often harbored ulterior motives, ZoĂ«âs very presence is like a breath of fresh air. Some might even find it fitting, with her being an ice dragon to his fire one but Vasil knows itâs more than that. She is GENUINE and her heart is as true as their friendship, which has been proven to hold STRONG through the yearsâDespite their circumstances. As she nears, the icy touch on the scales of his back are soothed and the sensation is a WELCOME one, even as he shudders from the shivers that creep down his spine. â IcicleâOh, thatâs nice. Wish I could bottle that⊠â He hums pleasantly after uttering the little nickname he endearingly has for her. The smile lingers before turning into a knowing one when she feigns ignorance. â Well, whoever that master ice sculptor is, they should take to redecorating this place. â Katmere has exquisite decorations, of course, with luxurious tapestries and fine arts in all sorts of forms but Vasil canât help subtly complimenting his BEST friendâs own skills. Itâs not simply because they are friends that he does so, but because she is indeed TALENTED.
Brushing back locks of hair that she tousled out of place, the dragon male smirks, seeing a few visible patches of scales on her skin. Wincing, he motions to them with a lift of his chin. â How are you dealing with those? Iâve tried moisturizing mine with cold aloe but barely helpsâAnd Iâm in my last set of bedsheets because I burned the others. â Even now, Vasil is careful with his food because even breathing too close to it has earned him SCORCHED meat, and he hates eating dry, burned out beef. Unconsciously, a hand moves to the back of his neck, scratching lightly at the scales there though the itchy heat wasnât nearly as intense as before, thanks to ZoĂ«âs touch. â Iâm a walking fire hazard. â
âI mean technically you can freeze a water bottle.â ZoĂ« teased. She knew what he meant. She was glad that there werenât that many people around to hear their conversation, because Vasil was the only one who was allowed to call her Icicle and she didnât want anyone getting any ideas otherwise. âEh, I think that theyâre too refined for most folks around here to understand.â ZoĂ« said, preening at the compliment, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
âThey donât bother me.â She replied, shrugging. âMaybe because theyâre not that big? I had one patch on my ankle that bothered me, but that I accidentally froze my sock and it got better.â And what a great discovery that had been. âBut I also just run cooler than you, so that might be it too.â Who knew, with this spell. âI guess youâre going to have to order some more then. Did you destroy anything besides your sheets?â She question, frowning. âWell, itâs a good thing that youâve got me, then.â She said, pulling out her own lunch and taking a bite. She furrowed her brow when she saw him scratching at the scales sheâd just cooled down. âHere.â She said, reaching into her backpack for her insulated water bottle. She held it in her hands, concentrating on it until the outside of it frosted over, and then held it out to him.