[Tiny child used to being cooped up in a tower he rigged for warmth and also used to warm climates...plus, you know, he was probably screwing around with his fire powers before he and Thrall left. That doesn't help. Give him time and he'll get used to it. The initial shock gets to him.
At that though, he moves in closer and he's eyeing the bowls of pigment curiously.]
Markings. [Give him a moment to plop on the ground before he looks up at Thrall again.]
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At that though, he moves in closer and he's eyeing the bowls of pigment curiously.]
Markings. [Give him a moment to plop on the ground before he looks up at Thrall again.]
Okay. I think I'm ready.