[The pseudo-Artika takes a breath in and lets it out, and she nods a little. And then she shivers and changes and melts away into Loiec again. He's looking a little tired, in subtle ways; not quite as bright-eyed or knife-edged graceful in his little movements as when he started the show. But he snaps his fingers together a few times half-compulsively, and says something that sounds delicate and sad. Then he gestures Artika back a little, not pushing her away, but clearing some space.
Then he holds up a hand, and breathes a little puff of thick flame into it, rolling it between his fingers and then shaping it against his palms into a sphere and then and egg-shape. Holding it up—the flames still flicker-burning somehow with no fuel to feed on—he watches her reaction to the little show, squinting, and he breathes against the 'egg', waves of heat coming off like a much larger fire.
It 'hatches', twisting and writhing as it breaks into a sinuous serpent-shape of flame, and then that sprouts legs and wings... crudely shaped, but the resemblance in shape to the golden-scaled dragon is obvious. The little dragon-of-flame steps forward, walking up his arm, and as it does it changes again, shifting to a thing on two legs and two arms—a little man-shape that finally flickers out like a blown-out candle after a few long moments.]
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Then he holds up a hand, and breathes a little puff of thick flame into it, rolling it between his fingers and then shaping it against his palms into a sphere and then and egg-shape. Holding it up—the flames still flicker-burning somehow with no fuel to feed on—he watches her reaction to the little show, squinting, and he breathes against the 'egg', waves of heat coming off like a much larger fire.
It 'hatches', twisting and writhing as it breaks into a sinuous serpent-shape of flame, and then that sprouts legs and wings... crudely shaped, but the resemblance in shape to the golden-scaled dragon is obvious. The little dragon-of-flame steps forward, walking up his arm, and as it does it changes again, shifting to a thing on two legs and two arms—a little man-shape that finally flickers out like a blown-out candle after a few long moments.]