Fuin blinked as she was grabbed and let out a little squeal. Partly in shock of being hauled back onto Eien's lap and partly in shock of the sharp stinging burn the fire had left on the side of her hand. She pouted unhappily that her little expedition had been called off and pouted even more when Eien shook her finger at her.
Fuin examined her burnt hand tentively, watching the shadows bubble around the wound before sealing and healing it, leaving no mark where the red scortch had been.
She blinked and caught hold of the finger Eien had shaken at her, pulling the hand into her view and examining it carefully with a sniff, looking for a burn like she had recieved, kicking her legs to and fro gently.
Leviathan Stadium
A battle Stadium for literate roleplayers.
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