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She kept her eyes closed and slowed her breathing, as she basked in the warmth of Okarthel's sun. The vast rainforest of her home planet was a hot and humid one. Early morning rainstorms covered the forests with life giving waters, which by mid day are turned into dense clouds of fog by the heat of the sun. By then the humidity hung in the air like a thick blanket, trapping in the heat. The Kiir who lived here were used to it, it was all the knew. These dragonlings, however, were like their planet, they had a inner fire that burned as bright as Okarthel's sun. An warmth that protected them and reminded them of home.
But this, this new home, wasn't the warm rainforests of Okarthel. No, it was a far cry from what any Kiir was used to. The cold winds, every shifting dunes of snow and everything else laden in ice or snow that made up Kestri was the exact opposite of her native home. Regardless, this was home bow and she had to adapt to the frigid weather. The one thing Milla still did have of her home was her inner dragons fire. That was now her greatest weapon in surviving this planet. Like all weapons, however, she had to hone her skills with it to become better.
Which is why she was standing in a more open space at the edge of the city. Her bare feet planted firmly on the ground shoulder width apart, cargo pants rolled up to her knees, the sleeves of the long underwear shirt she wore under a black tshirt were pulled up to her elbows. The small Kiir kept her eyes closed as she focused on her breathing. Each slow breath fueled the inner fire like billows of a forge, staving off Kestri's cold climate. Standing in one spot doing breathing exercises, was a task she could do for over an hour. The real problem came was when she needed to move around and actually do tasks for extended periods of time. To counter this, she figured she needed to increase the heat her body could produce and for how long she could maintain it. All she had to do was fuel the fire faster and make it burn brighter. Simple, right?
Milla took a slow deep breath and focused on the inner fire. She could feel it building, increasing in intensity. Another breath, more heat. Then another. The fire began to rapidly build and expand, coursing through her body. Her skin began to grow warm, even to the snowflakes that quickly melted when the landed on her bare arms. A few more slow breathes, the snowflakes that landed on her went from water to steam. The inner fire felt more like an inferno now, as small wisps of smoke escaped from her mouth as her dragon fire fought to escape. Her body shook some from the strain, and her grasp on the flame began to falter. She took a quick breath to fan the flames, but it was too late. The growing inferno became nothing more then a small candle in comparison. The cold air rushed in and sapped the heat that surrounded Milla. The young Kiir shivered at the sudden assault from the cold. In a flash, she dove into the large blanket she had sitting near one of the big heaters at the edge of town, and buried herself in it till only her eyes were visible. From nearby, she heard a few guards laughing some at the sight. Milla gave a small huff before wrapping her tail around herself and pulling the blanket a little tighter around her.
But this, this new home, wasn't the warm rainforests of Okarthel. No, it was a far cry from what any Kiir was used to. The cold winds, every shifting dunes of snow and everything else laden in ice or snow that made up Kestri was the exact opposite of her native home. Regardless, this was home bow and she had to adapt to the frigid weather. The one thing Milla still did have of her home was her inner dragons fire. That was now her greatest weapon in surviving this planet. Like all weapons, however, she had to hone her skills with it to become better.
Which is why she was standing in a more open space at the edge of the city. Her bare feet planted firmly on the ground shoulder width apart, cargo pants rolled up to her knees, the sleeves of the long underwear shirt she wore under a black tshirt were pulled up to her elbows. The small Kiir kept her eyes closed as she focused on her breathing. Each slow breath fueled the inner fire like billows of a forge, staving off Kestri's cold climate. Standing in one spot doing breathing exercises, was a task she could do for over an hour. The real problem came was when she needed to move around and actually do tasks for extended periods of time. To counter this, she figured she needed to increase the heat her body could produce and for how long she could maintain it. All she had to do was fuel the fire faster and make it burn brighter. Simple, right?
Milla took a slow deep breath and focused on the inner fire. She could feel it building, increasing in intensity. Another breath, more heat. Then another. The fire began to rapidly build and expand, coursing through her body. Her skin began to grow warm, even to the snowflakes that quickly melted when the landed on her bare arms. A few more slow breathes, the snowflakes that landed on her went from water to steam. The inner fire felt more like an inferno now, as small wisps of smoke escaped from her mouth as her dragon fire fought to escape. Her body shook some from the strain, and her grasp on the flame began to falter. She took a quick breath to fan the flames, but it was too late. The growing inferno became nothing more then a small candle in comparison. The cold air rushed in and sapped the heat that surrounded Milla. The young Kiir shivered at the sudden assault from the cold. In a flash, she dove into the large blanket she had sitting near one of the big heaters at the edge of town, and buried herself in it till only her eyes were visible. From nearby, she heard a few guards laughing some at the sight. Milla gave a small huff before wrapping her tail around herself and pulling the blanket a little tighter around her.
