Don't get yourselves so worked up

<<“Cali, if I sleep with anyone it will be my choice. I am more than a play thing,” Luna snapped, all thoughts of Tiella coming back were forgotten. “Don’t we need the sword to open the bifrost? Someone should probably go get it,” Luna said as her thoughts turned to other matters.>>

“The Bifrost is broken,” Cali explained as if to a child. “We cannot merely open it with a key. It must be repaired. Worry your mind on that instead of the tactics of a real witch. And did it ever occur to you that an empty offer made to someone like Dim may just be that, an empty offer? Now stop interfering with my maneuvering. Unless you wish to see Dyvia dead. In that case, continue to meddle.”

Cali held onto Olin’s arm and moved back towards what was left of their campfire, keeping an eye on the sky for the return of the dragon. Or raining pieces of Kespin bits. When they got to the campsite, the ashes of their fire was scattered, either from the Dragon’s breath or it’s sweeping wings.

“Olin, see about starting a fire,” Cali pointed vaguely at the pit and even threw two small limbs onto the pile. She timidly fingered the dark collar at her throat and yanked her hand away when her fingertips were freeze zapped. It hurt even more when they were wet. She looked back to the lake as others were coming back to camp. “Did the lake water feel strange to you?”

“Of course,” he said, picking through the scattered remains of the camp and tossing bits of salvageable unburnt wood toward the pit. “Other than the being unnaturally cold … no.” He answered, but then again he was not injured and as such the effect of the water remained unknown to him. All he saw was Balar kiss Dim and runoff into the woods.

The water was cold and clear and amazingly blissful, and the ice elf -- half elf reveled in it. The metal shards in her back were less agonizing, and one of the inky black tendrils which had started snaking it's way up one of her veins faded. The cold not only revived her energy, but quelled the flames of the winged beast which now carried the old naked man skyward. Diving completely under the water one last time Varan emerged the lake, the waters forming tingly little crystals on her skin from the arctic wind.

“Should we go and help the old man?” Olin asked between the clacking of the flint as he sent sparks into his pile of starter. His investment to help went only so far as Cali’s. It couldn’t be helped after all.

"We did not help kill her. We did not help bury her." Cali hugged her arms tightly around herself for warmth. "Let Balar handle this on his own - so should the waters fail to bring his wife back to life we will share no part in the blame." Cali looked to Olin and saw his confusion. It seemed he had not witnessed the healing of the others in the waters. "The lake has some restorative powers, I think. Balar hopes it will work on dead flesh as well. Did you wish to help dig up his half-elf wife?"

“I was referring to the old man taken by the dragon.” Olin clarified.

"Oh," Cali rubbed her hands together. "I think he is beyond our help. I cannot fly and Garm has run off to hide someplace. No, that old man is on his own."

“Why would healing water revive the dead? The dead don’t need healing … because they are dead.” He tsked his hand swirling the air to give the little ember some breath. The mage kept feeding air and small sticks luntil the fire could take a larger wood and sustain itself.

"The grief-stricken do silly things. I suppose it may work? But he would not like the results." Cali clutched at Tiella's talisman around her neck. It was in mixed company, sharing space with the green gemstone controlling Olin and the dark collar restraining Cali. They were all three bound in one way or another.

“He is most likely setting himself up for failure. Even if he heals the body how will he restore her breath or call her spirit back?” Olin reasoned. “Such a thing is dangerously complicated.” It was one thing he hated about people's perspective of magic. They seemed to think it a magical fix for everything with a simple wave of the hand or chant. There were limits to some and prices to pay. A lesson that had not yet sunk into the young elf Luna.

Olin paused a moment. “I can fly up and help the old man if that is your wish.” He offered. Olin assumed his mistress was not aware of the full breadth and mastery of his power.

“Does it have to be the old man who takes the claw?” Varan asked, concentrating to form a bow out of shadowy black ice. She crinkled her nose at the thought of yet another fire. “I’m near certain I could take out a dragon’s claw from this range. Probably. Or I could shoot the old man, if that would be kinder. From this angle, he could fall in the lake and maybe be healed in time to survive. Probably.”

Cali looked at them."Save your strength in case the dragon returns and it's still hungry." It was the easiest thing in the world to let someone die. It took no effort what so ever. Yet these two wanted to struggle on against it.

Olin shrugged. “As you say.” He said scrounging around for a blanket to help warm Cali. He found one not far in a bush and detangled it before flicking and snapping the dirt and leaves off it before walking it over and gently laying on Cali’s shoulder to help warm her up.

Varan looked longingly towards the dragon, then pointed the arrow towards the lake to release it, waving an arm to make the bow dissipate. And as much as she wanted to be close to Olin, she couldn’t stomach another fire, not after almost being engulfed, so for the time being, she kept her distance.

OOC: JP between....yeah.