(Post written by DemiKara)
Alair finally looked up from his ruined outfit, having been quite distracted and dismayed by it. Oh. Oh they would pay most heavily for this sin. No one messed with his wardrobe. He was going to put ten times the amount of effort into his training if it meant he beat the snot out of whomever had sent those nasty little outfit ruining things. Never mind that technically, it had been his fireball...
Wait a second. He had flamed! Finally! He had flamed! The half-breed let out whoop of sheer pleasure and danced in a pleased circle. "I did it! Finally!" Rynhart would be happy as well. Finally! He was practically all dragon now! Fire!
He paused a moment, then realized the terminal chill he had suffered from his entire life wasn't there either. He wasn't burning up, but he was certainly no longer cold. This was cause for a celebration. The victory was a cause for a celebration. And the best form of celebration out there was a clothes shopping spree.
He paused, glanced at the others sheepishly, and blushed. It could wait. It could certainly wait. Taima was being healed, it looked like, and Parlina was busy. And the guy they had apparently come to meet looked a little on the tired side.
But he was going to go on a clothes shopping bonanza in celebration. He needed new shirts anyway. After all, his favorite shirt was definitely worth at least twenty other shirts. At least.
