Fyrestorm zipped back oveer to the stall, putting out the sparkler as he went, and tried to flip Bubblen back over, despite the cauldron being about half his size.
"Sorry! Sorry, I didn't realize that he would eat that- Don't eat that!"
He snatched the green goo away from the little familliar and hastily placed it back on the shelf, then fluttered back over to Mire's stand, fishing around for some form of currency among his many many pouches and robe pockets.
"How much for the spiciest soup you can make? I've eaten so much spicy food and drank so many strange alchemichal mixtures that I can't taste anything else."
(By the way, just to aid your character visualization, fyrestorm always gets around by flying, and it looks like a hyperactive hummingbird. His wings never stop moving, even when he does, because he just hovers in the air.)
"Sorry! Sorry, I didn't realize that he would eat that- Don't eat that!"
He snatched the green goo away from the little familliar and hastily placed it back on the shelf, then fluttered back over to Mire's stand, fishing around for some form of currency among his many many pouches and robe pockets.
"How much for the spiciest soup you can make? I've eaten so much spicy food and drank so many strange alchemichal mixtures that I can't taste anything else."
(By the way, just to aid your character visualization, fyrestorm always gets around by flying, and it looks like a hyperactive hummingbird. His wings never stop moving, even when he does, because he just hovers in the air.)
many places I have been, many sorrows I have seen, but I don't regret, nor will I forget, those who took that road with me