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almost misssed this. Hello.
Leo follows behind the others briefly with his jets of flame before gathering fire around him and focusing it into his hand.
Leo is stretching his arms in the morning, as he talks. Nah, I was out here alone. Just doing some... stuff. Ya know, training in the cold is supposed to be really good for ya. So I'm told. after stretching, he concentrates a bit, and his skin takes on an ember like effect, as if it was embers from a fire catching a breeze. Finally, he takes some water, and seems to.. wrap it? around his arm before it seems to nearly vanish. Afterwards, he seems a bit more tired than he was just before his little show. Where were you all headed? And uh, how'd you know em? A Traveling groupe?
Leo keeps himself warm, despite his lack of heavy clothing. one of the boons of his flames. He easily starts a fire even with the iced over wood. Well.. does anyone happen to have a spare blanket? I and keep warm all well and good while I'm awake, but.. well. When I'm asleep not so much you know. He smiles at the others. That said, Long as whoever is on watch keeps the fire going, I suppose it should be alright. Anyway, we all doing well?
Leo grins A campfire will be simple for me. Even wet wood will burn in a hot enough blaze. Here. Let me get a better vantage point to look around. Leo will fly up a couple hundred feet, jets of flame spewing from his hands and feet. He'll hover in the air to try and get a look at the landscape, particularly looking for any indication of the road that Benedetto mentioned.
Leo, after being pulled from the snow and brushes most of it off as the others talk before turning his attention back to them. Leo smiles a friendly, but roguish and holds out a hand. Leonardo, but, my friends call me Leo, you are a friend aren't ya? hoping that none of the people here would recognize him, he gives only his first name. He is dressed largely in clothing more reminiscent of the Undine, rather than ifrit heritage, the straps of armor he wears are adorned with thread and embroidery all dyed red. His hair scintillates a fiery red as he moves, almost like a burning coal in the wind. Whether its merely glinting in the light or not is hard to tell at a glance. Well, I'd say good day to you, Zurlo, but that seems to not be the case. He looks around the scene, a half smile still playing on his lips. small embers play around his finger tips as he continues. You think they are around here? I could try melting a bunch of the snow. Might be able to find some of them that way. I'd rather save as many as I can you know.
A gout of flame eventually burns its way through several layers of snow, erupting skyward in a bright, if short, blaze. A dark, red hued hand like smouldering coal pops up from the small hole and a friendly, slightly accented, very muffled, voice trails up after it. Ah, little help there my good fellows! I can hear you talking. though I can't really make out what.. Anyway, I'd rather not have to melt several... gallons? Pounds?.... flakes? whatever it is, of snow! the hand twists at the wrist, as if trying to call attention to itself. |