RP:Flight Scare - An Account of Ice and Fire

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Summary: Emilia and Thamalys fly to to Frostmaw, where they land only after the Genasi makes quite a display by summoning some icy wings. The two enter the Wintry Lady’s greenhouse, where they engage in rather peaceful gardening duties till the quiet is shattered by a pair of quarrelling dwarves. Bathair and Terulach, those were their names, manage to break the spells and glasses protecting the herbal work of a lifetime, while desperately fighting for a whole pouch of Ice Spice. Emilia sees her precious leafy realm ruined by the frosty wind now storming the place from the breach in the glassy walls - out of her mind and flesh alike, she thus turns into that dreadful creature she harbours within, threatening to end the dwarves. The Avian, Healer’s duties squarely in mind, opposes his fire to her ice, proper havoc bringing down to the place. In the end, the Genasi find herself again, but everyone is battered and bruised, and the greenhouse needs swift some swift repairs before it is too late. Luckily enough, some (actual) Frost Giants are not too far away…

Frostmaw: Emilia's Greenhouse

Emilia snuggled herself against the back of the Winged One with a gentle yet firm hold in preparation of take off into the sky. The pair could make an interesting sneak attack if the Genasi hide herself beneath those long dreads of his, a thought that crossed her mind as she adjusted his white lengths to get comfy for both herself and Thamalys during the trip. A tiny smile on those frosted lips at the privilege of being allowed to accompany him into his world of the Air. Something she could never truly belong to, yet she could fully understand his love for the freedom of flight as much as she enjoyed the freedom she had in the wilds of Frostmaw. Leaning in the tiny one whispered, “No, I don’t know my age…” just as they pairing left the ground soaring up into the sky above. Beyond the single delayed answer to his earlier question there wasn’t any conversation, it would break the peace of his space of the world and it would be hard to converse over the sound of the Wind. For a time it could be questioned if the Icy One had fallen asleep on the back of the avian. The answer would come once the pairing had reached the skies of Frostmaw where the frigid air surrounded them. Silent magic on the part of the Genasi as slowly ice and snow formed together on her backside. The initial ice itself cutting open the black fabric of her shirt between her shoulder blades before growing out from the two holes in the clothing. It only took a short time to form, but a pair of Ice wings became the end product. Within the frozen city the woman could show the Winged One something she had been attempting without worry of focus on two hard task; flight and keeping the wings solid.. The cold here more than enough to support the ice-snow wings from melting without Emi having to put a great deal of focus on them. Without warning the woman on his back fully let go of him while in mid-flight. The frozen wings still closed before with a small struggle she managed to open them fully out. The spectacle of watching a walker attempt to be a flyer both scary and hysterical. The Genasi looked like a baby bird shoved out of the nest attempting first flight with no look of success until suddenly she hit the sky like an experienced-more of less-flyer. Once steady in flight the black thumb of the lady would turn up in a thumbs up gesture toward the most likely in panic mode and surprise mode Not Lost. Reaching her black hand out for his left hand to hold, still ever nervous of her magic failing in flight.

Thamalys soared into the frosty air, the monumental shapes of the Frostmawian bastions taking shape already through the snowy sky. He was already evaluating the different - if not many, to be fair - options in terms of where to land exactly, when he distinctly felt some weight abandoning his shoulders. “By the Wind!” he cried loudly enough to scare even Nebb flying near by, immediately racing ahead of Red Kite and Genasi alike, for he could not look over his shoulders while cutting through the skies, and on top of that he was absolutely terrified by the prospect of having lost mid air the Wintry Lady, who was however nowhere to be seen. With absolute precision, then, he would have designed a perfect inside loop, wings protesting loudly against the dire manoeuvre and yet bringing the Blue a few meters behind the winged Icy One, heart beating a mad tempo within the whole duration of the acrobatics. Things improve only marginally the moment the Spellblade made sense of what was seeing right in front of him, as at the beginning he stupidly thought the tiny lady was just been carried away by the strong breeze roaring from the snowy peaks ahead. Thus, he pushed forward with a massive swooping motion toward the Genasi, only to realise soon enough she was. Actually. Flying. Relief poured into him, swiftly followed by a sizeable dose of astonishment, and - not last - a small note of pure anger. His face could not really choose which of said feelings was the dominant one, his lineaments hence twisted in an unintelligible - read, comical - expression, when the Wintry Lady tried - mostly in vain - to reassure him everything was in fact absolutely in order. The Blue did skim through the frosty ether to reach her hand, though, the loudest sigh eventually exhaling. “Great Sven, Emi - first, possibly last time he actually dared to opt for a nickname - you scared me half to death… next time, please do tell beforehand…” he pleaded, a loud shriek from Nebb underlining his determination. “Although… truth be told, I could get easily used to this magic of yours, m’lady… oh well, my turn, then!” he announced with a broad grin painting already on that tattooed face. A split second after, he would have push the black hand of the Icy One high above her flying line, the whole of her body and wings alike most likely following into a rolling motion the Avian did not really care to end. Why, in fact he went rolling himself mid air, another hand connecting with the Genasi, the two of them in front of each other, slowly - for now - spinning into the sky. Her wings seemed to respond perfectly - the Blue needed nothing more. “Shall we?” he asked, not even remotely giving her time to answer, arching instead his body to point toward the very ground - whatever resistance she may have opposed, most probably it would have gone unnoticed by the sheer strength of his wings - and tucking those silvery curtains along his sides. Luckily enough, instinct would have brought the Icy One to do the same, when the two of them eventually plummeted from the sky, diving down to the Frostmawian soil at a dreadful speed. Whatever her reaction, he was not looking to scare her - but to enjoy, on the contrary, the sheer pleasure of speed. Reached a scarily enough height above the snowy grass, the Spellblade would have levelled the two of them with the ground, letting the Genasi on top, swiftly moving away from her with half a turn only, in perfect silence, still cherishing the feeling of the air on his skin. Sharing that part of him with that incredibly resourceful creature presently gliding at his side… risky, sure, but in the air he was not to be tamed - ever.

Emilia had just barely managed to catch an even air current for a steady glide when Thamalys had reached a point ahead of her where he could turn to look back in her direction. The small woman watched as his features danced over different emotions, never settling on one as he tried to process that which had just happened moments ago and what was on going now. In truth, she was not surprised by his small flare of anger at her silent let go of him in mid-flight over Frostmaw grounds. As such, an apologetic look fell over her facial features along with an “I’m sorry” in response, the words soft like a shy child as they reached his ears on a separate gust of winter air that came from the Icy One. His fright coupled with a plea for a verbal warning before such an act in the future was greeted with a gentle nod before she plugged her ears from the louder protest of Nebb. She gave a gentle squeeze to his hand when he accepted her reach. It was almost as if time was standing still for the new flyer as his hand moved hers in such a way that it caused mid-air rolling in the sky. Holding onto his other hand she allowed him full control over their flight in the air, he was a Flyer he knew the skies better than the Genasi did and much better than the field journal on birds that she’d been using to teach herself flying. It wasn’t the same for Emilia as it was for Thamalys as his wings were a natural part of him while hers were magical formed, a small amount of attention in the back of her mind focused on keeping them real and functioning whereas he could enjoy the world above the ground freely without thought or care. Whatever train of thought had slowed time in the gentle rolling through the sky came to an instant end when the pair took a sky-dive down toward the ground below, plummeting at speeds the Genasi didn’t know existed. Icy eyes were wide with a startled ‘holyshiit’ look plastered on her freckled face, yet she didn’t scream out into the air. Hands grasped tightly to his, afraid to let go of him now in fear she’d impact with the world below face first and shatter. Heart racing, faster than she’d felt it dance in her chest in the longest of times. Then it was over, they were dead. No, wait… they were level gliding over the ground. She trusted him and they were in fact alive. A breath she hadn’t realised she was holding let out from her blue lips as she patted herself down with her free hand, the other still clutching onto his for life, to make sure she was indeed all intact. Then her gaze drifted over to look at Thamalys with a ‘wow, that was amazing’ expression. In that moment she understood his desire for the sky life more than she had ever before. 

Thamalys seemed to be deeply intent into rummaging some whole pile of thoughts, eyes nailed on the approaching ground. The latter, eventually, managed to stir him from that state of mind, as he banked hard, outstretching his wings to their full dreadful extent, on a smaller scale of things encouraging the Icy One to do the same, gently pulling her wrist as to suggest her to follow. For one time, he managed to lose the overwhelming majority of the momentum he carried before actually impacting with the frozen soil, some steps only away from the greenhouse. Heels first, he connected his hugs shapes with the Frostmawian stones, squatting soon after, wings still unfurled, this time though with his right hand still possibly still seizing that of the Genasi, as she was no doubt experiencing the rather cumbersome science of landing. Whatever the outcome, he would have supported her effort, sort of helping if needed the tricky business of transforming themselves from creatures of the skies to puny beings on the sodding earth. At the end of the whole process, the Blue would have let go of her hand, an expression mildly amused surfacing on his tattooed face instead. “Full of surprises, you are, m’lady. Am I to expect something outrageous within the greenhouse as well?” he genially inquired while actually pointing a bony finger to the massive, glassy building standing in front of them. Made for Avians, he thought for a second, before curling his lips into a sneer the moment he realised the gargantuan size of the building was meant to accommodate Giants as opposed as Winged Beast. Nonetheless, it was a pleasant surprised after a long string of human-sized accommodation. He inhaled a big chunk of that frosty air, savouring mist and fog, the smell of all things untouched and beautiful - yes, it was high time he abandoned the grimy, baroquely ostentatious atmosphere of Larket for something much closer to the true essence of the elements. He could feel his ink coming to life, the ivy on his skiing twirling happily in answer to the life hidden beyond the glass.

Emilia was not a graceful princess nor was she an experience flyer or lander in that same aspect. The efforts to land came with motions mimicked as best as the Icy One could to those of the true Flyer next to her, yet it was not a perfect landing with perhaps a seven out of ten on the scoreboard. Her feet hit the ground without ever actually touching the snow as the Genasi glided over the ground below with no connection to stop her. It was like any other time her feet most bare came close to the snowy ground, never really touching it always barely skimming over it with her bond to the element. If Thamalys had not of keep a hold on her the Genasi would have continued going until she crashed into something. His grasp on her was enough to stop her once his arm length was reached, pulling her back toward him with the reaction of the jerk all causing no harm to the wintery lady. Steadying her feet on the ground, still learning how to find land legs from flying ones, the Icy One would smile as she let go of the other’s hand allowing the two to be separate people once more. A stretch of the winter-wings before tucking them in behind, another mimicked action she’d seen done by the true avian before. Smiling, “I like to be full of surprises. Keeps life more entertaining, no?” words spoken on a half whisper as she opened the unlocked door to the massive greenhouse. Instantly a rush wave of warm air spilled out causing a small exhale on the part of the Genasi. Before Emilia stepped passed the threshold into the glass house filled with warm heated air and sun beating down through the glass she grabbed a large umbrella that leaded against the wall near to the door. With a swooshing sound it open and the petitie woman stepped inside, making sure to keep her snow white body under the shade of the dark fabric to preventing burning under the reflected sun rays. Free hand would wave to becon Thamalys in behind her if he wasn’t already inside with her. Those winter wings of hers were gone into melt puddles before a full moment had passed, it was too hard just yet for the Genasi to keep them intact under the heat. Within the greenhouse Thamalys would fine that he could not only walk with ducking down, but stretch out his wings without worry. Rows upon rows of plants, some most overgrown, filled the inside with enough of a walking space between them that giants could enter to get herbs for the healer in town. In her own place the woman appeared to be a midget, yet she didn’t seem to mind. Ladders were scattered all over the place just for the purpose of giving the short one the boost of height needed to reach the tiers of plants well above her reach. “Welcome to my GreenHouse!” she would announce as she turned around to face him with a smile growing from ear to ear. 

Thamalys followed the Wintry Lady as she stepped into the glasshouse, his grey, broken lips curling into a rare smile, while briskly answering her rather merry inquire. “Entertaining… ah, well, I suppose you are right - boredom is a mighty beast never to be known in your company indeed…” he muttered while setting - bare - foot into that warm real of leafy greens. A genuinely sad look would have been spared upon the vanishing of the Genasi’s wings - such a cruel fate, even for magical snowy ones, he thought. However, there was much to stir the Blue’s attention away from that particular loss, absolutely keen as he was on everything that grew and blossomed. He would have departed from the path followed by the Icy One, then, sidestepping briefly only to select a particular row of planters, awfully loaded by a whole variety of herbs, not least a marvellous bush of lavender threatening to invade all of his neighbours in the very near future. “This is beautiful… you did this? All by yourself? It must have taken quite an effort to put together such a garden in Frostmaw…” he questioned without actually looking at her, eyes fixed on the plant, both hands literally immersed into that bush, as to truly savouring the touch and the scent of the herb. “Ah, in any case there is much work to be done. Some of these beauties are outgrowing, suffocating in fact their neighbours… and that ones! Over there!” he yelled in a much outraged tone, long strides taking toward an untidy row of orchids, plainly in dire need of some swift care, “… these jewels are suffering, that is a fact… no, not on my watch! Where can I fetch some water, m’lady? I know, I - know - we have pressing business and awfully rare seeds to deal with… and yet, maybe we could spare some time to nurture this garden? Such a peaceful place this is…” he concluded while dedicating a much hopeful look to the Wintry Lady, a whole collection of mallows separating the latter from the Avian. Nebb, cautiously peering from the doorstep, eventually decided the place was safe enough for him to join the two of them, thus immediately positioning himself on the very edge of the highest flowerpot he could find. “That would work nicely - now try to behave, alright?” he rebuked the Avian pointing a tattooed hand at the Red Kite with a scowling look painted within those sharp lineaments.

Emilia could not be happier to be back at the greenhouse where her plants grew, however poorly tended to at the present time. It was a place away from the rest of the noisy world where the only other life around her was that of the plant life, and of course, now that beating heart of the avian wandering her rows of organic life. Standing back beneath her umbrella the frozen lady simply watched the movements of the Winged One. A simple joy to watch one normally cramped inside building able to walk freely without having to focus on keeping those silver clad wings tightly shut. The joy of owning a building built with the aide of the giants. Wandering through the rows the Genasi took mental notes of which plants needed to be split apart to keep from over taking the plants on either side, which ones needed to be rotated to another location, and which ones were beyond saving. It was as he called out that the small woman found herself returning back from her own thoughts and his request. Through the rows until she had reached a spickett. As the Genasi turned the little knob to release a gushing of water into a metal bucket below she spoke, delayed answer to his question, “As a human I had made a request of the former Queen Satoshi to build a greenhouse in her realm. I was a farmer back then, pushing to expand my realm of business. Finding a location in such a snowy world proved hard, but I found this spot above the springs where the ground is warm and the spring provides water too. It was easier back then...to maintain it. I have sadly since the change not been a good caretaker to the plants here...we can of course, spend the proper time caring for the life here properly while seeds grow to be studied.” Turning the knob to shut off the water the Genasi grabbed the handle of the bucket, not noticing the fact that it had been heated up from the sun through the glass. Carrying it over the Genasi continued, “Here is the water.” Handing it over to him Tham would be able to see what the frozen woman couldn’t feel from the metal handle of the bucket against her chilled flesh. The palm of her hand a shade of pink, a gentle burn. The struggles of being ice inside a sauna of plants.  

Thamalys shook his head. “I do tend to forget there was a time when you were not an Ice Genasi…“ he uttered in his softest tone, already straightening some stalks. “Oh, thank you…” he went soon after, accepting the bucket with his right hand, the left one pointing at hers. “Your… hand, m’lady…” he would have noted, if allowed taking said tiny hand into his, assessing the damage - nothing to be worried about, apparently, hence the Blue would have turned to his gardening duties, humming a silly tune while pacing along the leafy rows, his head clear as never before. As usual, in the presence of the Wintry Lady, the Ageless Black retreated to the most remote corner of the Avian’s mind… that, together with the merry task the Winged Beast was up to, made up for the happiest version of Thamalys possibly ever to be witnessed. After a little while, though, the slightly more pressing issue of the seeds started to surface within the ever-working reasoning of the Blue, who eventually paused is efforts to turn toward the very owner of the greenhouse. “So… what are we to do with those seeds? Do you have in mind any particular spot for them? Do you reckon they are to be treated as… well, as regular seeds after all?” he inquired, his right hand toying with one particularly unruly representative of his dreadlocks.

|| Bathair & Terulach || Whether the Icy One was willing to answer that particular question, it would have remained unclear, as the attention of Genasi and Avian alike would have presently almost surely shifted toward one of the large panels of glass separating the greenhouse from the chilly outside. A few steps only from the Wintry Lady, some more from the Winged Beast, said glass shattered into countless pieces, under the mighty impact of two bulky bodies crashing into it from the outside. The loudest of the bangs broke the quiet of the conservatory like a thunder in a sky with no clouds. In they fell, both of those… dwarves? Most likely, as what they lacked in stature was abundantly compensated by quite some sturdiness. The two of them, apparently fighting for some small object they both struggle to secure, stumbled on the closest shelf, knocking over a whole set of vases and colourful plants and subsequently falling on the ground, still ferociously disputing the ownership of what a keen eye would have recognised as a fairly anonymous leathery pouch. “Give it to me, you bloody oik! To me, to me, or I’ll gut you like a sodding sheep! To meeee!!” he would have yelled the youngest of the two - at least according to the colour of his beard, far less silvery than that of his opponent. Producing an actual dagger from the Wind only knew where, Balthair - that was his name - managed to slash the very face of the old Terulach - here it goes the other name - whom immediately dropped the pouch while bringing both hands to his face, blood running freely from eye, nose, and mouth alike. Balthair seemed not to care at all, the eyes of a madman focused on said pouch. “Ah, yes… yes, some more for good Balthair… finally…” he went, before his oldest kinsman swung a short axe right to his ankle, surely succeeding - at least by the feral scream that followed - to cut some tendons and bring the youngling to his knees, sobbing loudly. “I… I’ll have your head, you silly pig… I swear…” he continued, but he could barely move at all. In the meantime, the two of them did not took any sort of notice with respect the surroundings - or the occupants, in fact. They both seemed to have eyes for that pouch only. Both of them clad in battered armour and leather, they seemed soiled, and unkempt, and bruised. Desperate souls, one would have thought, were if not for the detail they both wore the colours of the Frostmawian Guard…

Emilia was debating the best answer to the question that she had presently been asked when the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the remaining structure of her Greenhouse. Whoever it was must have seen it before in some moment otherwise the magic guarding it from such events as this or robberies in her absence would have prevented the destruction of that wall. The eyes of the Genasi grew wide with horror, not at the sight before her of the two men in Frostmawian Guard, but of all the terrible things to befall her plants within the now exposed building to the weather outside, yet the direction of her gaze was upon the fighting the ones making it look like she was truly witnessing the same moment as Thamalys. Heated air was leaking outside, Em could feel the creeping chill of the world outside leaking in to replace it. Visions danced in day dream moment of plants withering into black ashes, herbs fading away into dust, and the soiled freezing up into nothing more than frozen sand. All things that wouldn’t really happen instantly, yet without the protection from the world at large some lives were already lost in the crash as they fell from the shelf knocked out in the entrance of the two men, others that were close to the new giant sized doorway starting to wither into the cold. The heartache could be seen leaking from the Genasi as a single tear rolled down a silver freckled cheek before the flurry of snowflakes began to swirl from the outside into the building, like a fog rising on a muggy morning only it wasn’t taking over the entire space, it was controlled and surrounding the intruders in a 8 shaped motion whirling around them both as it kept them separated from one another contained in their own O-half of the eight. The startled looks on their faces brief from the sudden magic containing them from not just each other but from that pouch. The youngest began to speak but his words were lost when the Genasi found her voice, “What in the Bloody hell do you THINK you are doing? I should behead you both!” It was not a tone any had witnessed from the small frozen woman as it echoed from some place deep within the woman, a loud shout enough to cause the ground to quake at their feet, as if some mighty dinosaur had just given a roar. Lucky no mountain was near enough to start an avalanche and bury them all alive. She didn’t care they were bleeding, she didn’t care a lick about letting them live, all she cared about was the loss on her end.

Thamalys sprung to his feet, dashing across the leafy wards to reach the very point the two dwarves managed to break spell and glass to bring that frosty havoc into the greenhouse. His mind was racing, his heart pounding fast. A nasty temperature gradient to take care of, two dwarves trying to killing each other, and not least an impossibly furious Genasi threatening to disintegrate the whole place - why, was she even the very same Wintry Lady he thought he knew? That voice seemed indeed to originate from the deepest pits of some forgotten hell… as such, he opted to take care of the root of the problem. Instead of reaching the quarrelling couple - or trio - the Blue run toward the entrance to the shed, that tiny part of the greenhouse that contained, among a small number of things, the essential to host the occasional guest… a not so small bed included, the hopeful Spellblade found out with a loud sigh when within a matter of seconds he stormed into the small space, not before having turned toward the Icy One yelling on top of the clamour: “Emilia, no! No blood on your hands, no more!” he went, in a single movement seizing the whole of said berth - bed sheet and duvet included - and sprinting back to the crime scene, stomping across the bodies of those two, absolutely stunned by the display of the Genasi. It would seem the Icy One did manage to stir their attention away from that pouch… for now. In any case, the Blue did not really care, shoving Bathair and Terulach away from the breach in the glass - “Move, move, you absolute idiots!” and positioning with the loudest thump the bed across the broken glass, in the attempt to stop the coldest air of Frostmaw from ruining the gardening efforts of the Wintry Lady. “Here, see?” he inquired the Spellblade turning to address the fuming Genasi, “no harm done, no harm done… please do keep an eye on them, though, while I finish this…” he continued, bringing the duvet into the mix, sort of plugging as much material as possible to insulate the warm cosy inside from the harsh bite of the cold. In fairness, given the pressure difference between out and inside helping an awful lot, the bodge would have seemed to work, albeit some draughts still managed to escape across the impromptu barrier…

Emilia was a monster, it was a matter of fact statement that she had repeated too many times to count, yet everyone that had ever met the frosty woman was quick to correct her statement that she was indeed not one. This very moment of this once enjoyable arrival back to her little sanctuary of peace within a world of chaos was shattered, unleashing that inner side that Em had spent so many long months alone forcing away into the darkness that every being carried. Later, if questioned, she would possibly feel bad for her actions, but after a monster is a monster. The efforts of Thamalys’ quick actions to patch the wound saving those dwarves from a most painful ending to their lives; a life for a life? Plant life counted, they just couldn’t speak for themselves, especially now that they were dead. On the other side, both dwarves would find that the snow swirling around them slowly shrinking away. A perfect time to run! Yes, that was on the mind of the most startled dwarfs. However, in the instant that they tried the circle of snow snapped closed at an ankle each, forming into a shackle like structure made of ice connected to a willow branch made of a mix of snow and ice. Behind them a tree of the winter material had grown, fueled by the rage daring to burst from the tiny woman still standing in the same spot within her place. Like a whip retracting the two were hoisted into the air, upside down, and hung in place kicking and screaming. Speechless for words other than mumbled screams of panic. What would one say if they found their words? A choice few of the most not for children’s ears. Their blood from the wounds given to each other dripping from them, staining the snow below crimson. Where it up to the Frosty lady it would be right there that they would bleed out before frosting over into a permanent statue outside, yet they were of the Frostmaw Guard and if she killed them then she would be in trouble again. Turning to look at the Winged man finishing up using the bedding for another layer of barrier protection he would find himself looking upon an Emilia he didn’t know. Eyes had lost their pupils leaving behind nothing but that icy-blue, lips had turned a much darker shade of blue almost black, fingernails had grown out into near claws the same shade of her lips, and those teeth showing through her parted lips all pointed and razor sharp. Her hands were trembling, fists clenched digging those sharp talons into the palms of her white flesh hand as the ones digging into the black-ice hand could be heard slowly breaking before shattering into bits on the floor below. From both sides a blue blood leaked in droplets down to stain the warm ground below. Whatever monster had emerged the Genasi was trying to control it.

|| Bathair & Terulach || The two unlucky dwarves were utterly petrified. They could only whimper, while the snowy branches of that magic seized their ankles, shoving them up into the air. No, they had no words, but they did scream, the pain of their wounds blended with the dreadful thing standing in front of them. The pouch they were fighting for fell on the ground, a thin puff of blueish powder spilling out - but no one noticed, as the magic of the Wintry Lady, or whatever it was that took the lead within her, filled the whole place, the icy tree towering upon them all. Ah, the horror…

Thamalys let go of the duvet, for some miracle his scant work of architecture still holding in place. Speechless, he witnessed the Wintry Lady transforming - no other word would be enough - into something so unfamiliar he felt physically sick. Both arms fell on his side, and he had to rest some of his weight onto the glass, his silvery wings screeching upon the polished surface. “Emi… Emilia? What is this? Is that even - you?” he muttered in pure disbelief, not even daring to gaze upon the hanging dwarves, so much those dark eyes of her stabbed his mind. “This… this is barely their fault… don’t you see? They bear the colours of the Guard as well, and they are horribly wounded… the breach in the glass is mostly amended… by the Wind, would you calm down, m’lady?” he begged, eventually raising from the glass and stepping toward her. And yet, his words fell into nothing. Maybe because of the screams of the dwarves, but most likely as something beyond dreadful took possession of the tiny frame of the Genasi, the latter did not flinch, and that frozen grip on the two unlucky trespassers was surely getting stronger and stronger. Blood was gushing everywhere, some red, some blue. What was an enclave of peaceful quiet was now turned into a proper battlefield - and things were just about to get even worse. “Emilia, for Sven’s sake, you’re Healer’s Guild! Second in command, you are - to serve, and to mend, you are not to hang Frostmawians just because they have broken a glass! Put - them - down!” he bellowed, this time swinging his right arm into a powerful swooping motion that resulted in a fierce stripe of blue flames to erupt from his lively ink. In less than an instant, the fire run from the Blue toward the Wintry Lady, everything reducing to ashes along his way. That beautiful collection of medicinal herbs… gone in a blink of an eye, while the flames shaped themselves into a massive kite ready to plunge upon the Genasi. In the middle of that magic stood Nebb, eyes of pure golden, entirely set ablaze, him as well aiming to the very eyes of that monster.

Emilia might have won the battle with the monster inside had it not been for turn of Thamalys in his attempt to cool down the Genasi from begging pleading words to liquid flame tossed at her, destroying more of her herbs than those two men hanging upside down outside in the cold. The smell of burnt herb fueling the frozen rage more so than the Avian had possibly intended, yet he would have won out in the battle of getting her to let the Guards down as all her anger in that moment turned upon him. Outside the sound of first one then another thud as the bleeding men were dropped from the tree, dead silence on their end. No worries, they were alive just with the wind knocked out of them for the moment. The blue dust that had exited the fallen bag into the air now being inhaled unknowingly by not just the Guards, but both Healer’s as well with the incoming drafts of cold from outside in. In response to the death flames leaving the hand of the Blue the once clenched fists of the Genasi opened to splatter the ground with a splattering of her own blood. “How dare you holler at me like that!” It was the first words that had left those dark lips in a time, the voice behind it something eerie with a sharper pitch almost like a banshee mixed with siren. At the end of her return shout a gust of arctic wind mixed with that high pitched shriek expelled from those dark lips outward, like a sonic boom, shattering the rest of the glass leaving only the frame left standing. The pairing would find themselves under a shower of mini shards of glass as with the destruction of the ceiling above them. A moment of silence fell upon them, as if left deaf after that lungful was let out. Those flames that left a black ash line between the Healer’s reached her bare toes licking away at the frozen white flesh leaving traces of black flesh before that breath had put them out much like one blowing out the candles on their birthday cake.

Thamalys had just some very little time to witness the icy tree crumble into nothing, releasing those two dwarves only to collect yet another bruise upon the - at this stage - rather frosty ground. A matter for later on, though, as the mighty rebuke of the Genasi reduced the whole place into a dancing madness of sharp blades. The Blue tried to cover his ears to avoid the worst of that awfully high pitch - mostly in vain. But then, that glassy shower of fragments rained onto him whole, opening countless wounds into the pale skin of the Avian. None of them deep enough, and yet so many… he shrugged, thick tongues of flame running across the whole of him, soothing, sealing. Was that enough? He would not care, as he tried instead to make his way through that swirling vortex of wind, ice and glass, to reach that creature he thought he knew. One step away only, presently, as he eventually found himself standing in front of her, arms wide, kneeling to collect from the ground the twitching form of Nebb, badly battered upon that mighty blast of her. “I dare as I do care…” he spat flatly, eyes still streaked with golden nets of liquid flames, dancing wildly across his face. “I care about the Wintry Lady who saved me from madness and made me an Healer, that Icy creature who gave me a reason to try and make order in to my mind. The one Genasi that swore I she would have been here at my side to help me get past the pain of re-finding my past and developing my future - your words, make no mistake…” he went on, lovingly caressing the feathers of the poor Red Kite, squawking horribly, a wing plainly shattered in multiple pieces. “I scarcely believed you when you told me about what you bear within you… and yet, here it is. Dark eyes, fingernails like a devil, the colours of evil painted on your face. A being of destruction, capable of hanging innocent for very little a reason, to shatter your own dreams…” he continued, gesturing toward what did remain of the greenhouse, some more pieces of glass carving bloody grooves into the flesh of the Spellblade. “Is this what you want to be? Is this the creature I pledged my allegiance to? Am I not able to quench the horror that lies within you, as much as you are able to rebuke the Black plaguing myself? Am I to tell Sabrina you are not to be trusted after all? That we are harbouring a deadly monster within our ranks, constantly threatening to destroy us all? Why, why don’t you start with - me - then!” he screamed as loudly as he could muster, some more flames finding their ways across his neck and face, the whole of his silvery wings outstretching and, eventually, snatching her wrist, that blackened flash, only to - if she would have not been swift enough to react, that is… - thrust those awful claws into his stomach, a precise, deadly blow which if dealt squarely would have surely opened a dreadful wound. Was that to be the case, the Blue would have not faltered, his eyes nailed into hers. “The greenhouse is ruined. Those two idiots are dying, Nebb is dying, I am to die as well. Is this what you would like to be remembered for? Emilia the Butcher? When the only thing you have to do is to use your talent to rebuild, to protect, to heal… you know…” he would have almost finished, most likely short of breath, “… that walls of ice would do the trick possibly even better than glass, aye? You… silly creature, and yet… how can I…” he would have concluded, the too many wounds eventually starting to take some toll.

Emilia watched with those pure ice eyes as Thamalys dared to walk closer to her, yet there was something inside of her that prevented her from lashing out full rage at him for daring to get close to her. It could not be explained what it was that the Winged Man’s presence, especially the closer he got, did to the frozen woman. Perhaps it was a similar effect as to the Black hiding itself when he was within her presence. Each step that shorted the gap lessened the gusting wind, ice, and snow within the area until he was just that one foot away from her, easily within the reach of his long arms, that it all just stopped. Staring at him still that very monster, sadly only a minor part of that beast had fully emerged itself never taking on its full appearance, that had just caused the entire building to explode into a million little shards. The same shards that had embedded themselves into the man had done so to the woman, making her look like a porcupine, mostly smaller pieces with a few larger chunks sticking out of her shoulders. Seems they both had a good shower however not so freshing. If it was not for the internal struggle happening the Genasi may have reacted in time to prevent her hand from being snatched and used as a weapon against the winged man before her. Talon like nails easily tore through his flesh, warm blood spilling around her fingers at the wound site, and those eyes of her stared at him like she was about to rip his head off and eat him, heck she was even drooling there a little. Frozen, fingers in his flesh with his words, all of them ringing into those ears, echoing inside her mind. Possibly the last bit of sway to the monster subsiding, one could not say for sure. As if watching make up being washing off with as a bucket of water was dumped over the head the looks of the Genasi before him faded from head to toe, eyes last to see as they had fallen tightly shut. The color of her lips return to the light frosty blue, the points of her teeth melted away, the tips of the talons melting off, and then those eyes opened to reveal the original eyes of Emilia. It was a dazed look, she knew what happened it wasn’t a blackout moment, but more a confused one that he was still there after all of that. Tears leaked from her eyes turning into frozen bits of ice after they left her chin. “I am so sorry…” Emilia whispered through the tears as her hand started to glow a bright white, surging a deep healing energy from the frozen woman into the weakened Thamalys. It was a rush of cold, as if every ounce of the man was being filled to the brim with arctic waters. Shards of glass would pop free of his flesh, the wounds slowly stitching themselves back together from the inside out. Em slowly took her hand back from his stomach the last of his wounds to be healed by the frozen lady once she was free of his insides. No further words, she was dizzy now, swaying on her legs like a newborn fawn.

Thamalys was suffering like a wounded dog, but it mattered not. She was back, and the moment she managed to shove that savage beast away from her, the Blue would have felt that soothing cold he - at this point - knew quite well indeed. He exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment, while the healing magic of the Wintry Lady filled him. Not for long, though, as she herself was clearly exhausted, having gone through that awful ordeal of fire and ice. “I know you are…” he uttered in an undertone, swaying both arms - if allowed - under her knees and across her shoulders, simply lifting that shaking tiny frame upon one of the shelves. “Ah, this is beyond the definition of grief…” he sobbed, making some space for the Icy One to rest, just aside the immobile body of Nebb. The Blue cast a gaze upon the greenhouse: there was nothing to be done, the chilly air was sweeping already the whole of the defenceless plants, ad flowers, and greens, and herbs. A complete, utter, absolute ruin. “M’lady…” he whispered to her, leaning closer, not even knowing whether she would have been able to listen, let alone to draw some more magic. “The greenhouse is no more. Unless… you manage to cast ice in place of the broken glasses - that would do for now… I beg you… do not let the efforts of a whole lifespan be ruined because of a drunken pair of dwarves, a hidden monster, and a silly Avian… I would never forgive myself…” he pleaded. “You can draw from me, from my ink, if your ice is not enough this time…” he continued, offering a wrist and whatever more she would have needed. Whether or not she would ave accepted his request, the Spellblade would have then moved to pick up the bodies of the two dwarves as well. Strikingly enough, it would seem both of them would have lived - albeit forgetting that horror… who knows. Lastly, he went for that pouch, instantly bringing a hand on his mouth and nose as he sensed a mighty sense of euphoria digging into him the moment he inhaled some of that dust. “What in the name of the Wind… is this bloody thing to blame for all of this? I will set ablaze to whole Lithrydel to find whoever…” he murmured before turning his attention to the Genasi again, that pouch sealing and tucking away from sight. “Great Sven, what a mess… where do I even begin…” he concluded, painstakingly starting to remove those glassy shards from the tiny figure of the Icy One. A flick of blue flames would have followed every removal, hopefully stoop the bleeding and cleaning much of the potential infection. “Emi…” he just whispered, those solid blue eyes soaked into a grief he barely could withstand. And thinking that only minutes ago the two were basking into the quiet of an afternoon devoted to gardening and peace… what a cruel twist indeed.

Emilia was worn out so much so she didn’t object to being lift up by Thamalys, then again the Genasi almost never did object his aide thus far, especially in moments like this. Sitting there those eyes fogged over in watery frost were staring down at the form of Nebb laying there beside her. As annoying as that bird was he sure had warmed a small spot in the heart of the frozen lady. Resting a hand upon the downed pal of Thamalys’ she waited a moment, drawing up her own healing energy to settle a rushing wave of cold into the fella too. Em had never really healed a animal before, but she gave her best effort into mending him as best as her ability would allow it. He just couldn’t die! She’d never live with herself if she killed Nebb. Then there was the request of Thamalys to use ice to make new walls for the Greenhouse. He was crazy, yet she took ahold of his wrist with her black hand, allowing herself to borrow from him. A suckling feeling against his flesh as she drew from him into her with eyes closed, communing with the snow and ice beyond them. It was slow, but the walls would slowly rise from the ground spreading upward to the upper beams of the frame, slowly closing over to a new ceiling. “What are you….oh…” was her bit of a tired response as her hand fell away to her lap. He was plucking glass out of her frosty flesh, when did that get there? Numb as always she never felt the pain of being a pincushion for glass. Lifting her gaze slowly up to the man, “The ground is warmed by the springs below...I am not sure how long I can keep the ice up before it is warmed from the soil up and melts.” A an honest fact.

Thamalys hinted a sort of a smile when he realised the Wintry Lady was actually trying to mend Nebb’s wounds. “Thank you for that…” he simply uttered in an undertone, the reassuring shriek of the Kite piercing the silence. But then, she managed to drew from him - and that, that took him off guard, as he wasn’t actually expecting such a thing to work. He witnessed such process rarely, and only taking place under the guidance of highly skilled mages… “ah, who cares…” he commented, sitting on the shelf, closing his eyes, and letting the Genasi take how much she needed. The icy-shaped patterns on his skin twisted wildly, as if lamenting some intrusion - fair enough, but the Blue did not flinch by the smallest extent. Still as stone he remained, till the reconstruction was complete. And yet, the Icy One was right, it was only a matter of time before the heat of the underlying spring would have melt the ice, letting the leafy content of the greenhouse to be devoured by the frosty air. He nodded gravely upon having listened to her words, but he did take some more time to make sure none of the wounds would have proven too much to withstand - for her, for Nebb, for the dwarves. So much on his hands… and yet, he had to make a dire choice. “You are right, we need some help. Stay strong, M’lady… I am to leave at once. I shall come back soon enough, you have my word…” he painfully said while letting go of her, not before intertwining his right hand into her curls, the briefest kiss taking the time to put on her brow, before dashing at tremendous speed out of the greenhouse. Up in the air he soared with two beats only of those mighty wings, immediately spotting a patrol of Frost Giants returning from the wilderness - yes, they would have done the trick, he thought while plunging as fast as an arrow toward them. He needed rock, and wood, and ice, and time - and by either gold or flames, he was determined to get the whole of them.

Emilia ever so gently poke the beak of Nebb, “No squawking” a half whisper, she was drained. Drawing from Thamalys was more tiring than one would think, if only because she was expending what she had drawn from him and even then Em only pulled at the magic left behind on his flesh from the use of his flames. Had he not used his own magic earlier she would have nothing there to take from his offering, she wasn’t a mage after all, just a lesser of an elemental type and his magic was very much not the same as her own. There was a temporary fix to the Greenhouse, all of which really was the fault of that drug being in the system of the now unconscious dwarfs, followed by an attack like action of Thamalys that really did it in. That brow kiss was ever much most unexpected, yet she was too weak and tired to react as she would if she had more energy. Instead, he got a soft smile on those frosted lips before he darted out into the cold for help. Sitting where he left her the little woman did not remain when he would return with the help of the Patrol troop. Em had tried to fight the darkness yanking at her eyelids, snapping away with squawks from Nebb each time her lids closed, until even his noise didn’t wake her again. Sleep won on the exhausted figure of the woman and as her body went lip she slid from her placing onto the floor where he’d find her when he returned. Really a pile of curls almost mistaken for white hay, but there wasn’t any such thing as white hay.

Thamalys managed to secure the help of those Giants swiftly enough - and without having to resort to anything shiny or flaming at all. In fact, he just needed to mention that two dwarves belonging to the Guard were amongst the casualties, and those perfectly honourable creatures duly followed the Blue back to the crumbling greenhouse. Along the way, as the Spellblade instruct them, they torn some massive boulders, and fall a number of old trees. On the pressed, till they all reached the conservatory. Some of the bulky comrades did marvel at the sight of the icy walls, but most of them, still following the Winged Beast order, would have carefully detached the icy walls from the frames, some insulation in the form of rock and wood positioning below them. The Blue actually lost the whole of the work flow - after all, those beings were much more proficient than him when it boiled down to ice and rocks. “I swear, you’ll be rewarded handsomely, and I will personally praise you all before the Queen herself… you are not mending a greenhouse, you are saving a dream worth a whole lifetime… thank you…” he stated loudly enough before sprinting inside. “For the love of the Wind, where…” he begun, as he could not locate at first sight the Genasi - at all. It was Nebb who pointed him into the right direction, that is toward that tiny figure sprawled on the ground. “Not on my watch…” he growled the Blue, immediately removing that bed - now useless - form the icy walls and trying to rebuild a sort of decency within the shed. The Wintry Lady he would have positioned on said berth, while the dwarves he would have let where they were, laying on the wooden shelves. He hastily went to fetch his satchel, the whole collection of his potions and concoctions most likely needed. The Icy One snored softly, and he could see it was just a matter of time before she would have recovered. Those two… a different story. Nebb perched on his shoulder, the Avian would have commenced to try and fix them, some of his attention constantly focused on the work of the Giants, though, huffing and puffing through ice and stone, skilful master of the elements. From time to time, the Blue would have angrily eyed a small pouch filled with a nasty powder, sitting upon a small table in the very far corner of the conservatory. “Wait till I am finished with these… I swear…” he muttered almost in silence, a fierce rage building swiftly within the whole of himself.

This RP is linked to: RP:Face to Face