A string of deafening silence went by between the cryomancer and the sorceress. The two refusing to tear their aggressive gazes away from each other as their powers of ice and fire only continued to dangerously display itself at one another.
Not long after, Aira noticed how silent Morrigan had become. And for a brief moment, worry only began to lace itself around her as her fire that burned on the palm of her hand slowly started to diminish the longer she’d look at her partner who stood just at the opposite side of her, frozen…literally. 

Aira then opened her mouth as to say something to reach out to her, but decided to halt her words. The quarrel that had just occurred between them might’ve been more than enough trouble for the day for both of them. Anything she may say any more might trigger something that both could do that they could possibly regret. 

Morrigan then suddenly recovered from her frozen stance as if coming back down to earth from deep trains of thoughts and started to pace towards Aira. The fire sorceress flinched and took a step back, vigilance once again engulfing her whole as fire came back flickering out of her own two hands.

And as a counter, the cryomancer’s arm had frozen up and shaped into a sharp blade. Aira blinked a few times -  the hatred this girl has for fire was remarkable. 
The sorceress gulped down on what seemed like her weariness - fighting and killing were never any of her intentions on this matter, but she knew the least she could do was calm the ice bearer down. At this point, the closer Morrigan only got to Aira, the more the flames started to flicker (seeming to forget how dangerous fire is when inside a wild forest.)

Suddenly, Morrigan stopped at a considerable distance from Aira. The fire sorceress watched as the girl started to slightly quiver, pain expressing itself on her face. The icy armor that once shielded her entire body started to melt in a rapid pace as the clear color of her skin started to expose itself. Morrigan only began to stay further away from Aira the more her flames burned her. Once the scenario occurred to the sorceress, as if realizing what she had done, she immediately flushed out her flames until no tint of fire was left to be seen around her being (or her surrounding).

Morrigan then quickly dropped down to the ground on one knee, groaning in agony while tightly clutching onto a specific body part that seemed to have painfully stung her.  
[color=f9ad81]“Oh, crap.”[/color] Aira gasped in pure concern, worried that she might’ve been the cause of any of Morrigan’s possible injuries.
The fire bearer quickly approached Morrigan, but halted just a few paces away from her, still worried about anything that can happen if they were to make any sort of physical contact with one another. 

[color=f9ad81]“H-Hey, are you-“[/color]
[color=6ecff6]“I will put those flames out, Aira.”[/color] Morrigan remarked at her, attempting to stand back up on her two shaking legs. [color=6ecff6]“I won’t be stopped!”[/color]
Aira could only look at her shaking figure from head to toe. At least she seemed fine. At this point, there should be nothing more anyone could do to make things any worse. Morrigan seems badly injured, and Aira would never dare walk into the headmaster’s room just because she was involved in a dangerous ‘sparring session’ that she never opted for in the first place. 

[color=f9ad81]“I... think I’m perfectly capable of doing that by myself, thank you very much.”[/color] Aira voiced out with a vexed sigh as she crossed her arms. All the ice girl really seemed to think about was putting out Aira’s flames, or turning the whole universe into a literal icy snow globe. At some point, it made Aira deeply ponder on what were the reasons or why exactly does Morrigan have a hatred towards flames. Both elements should have no trouble in learning the art of balance… right?
However, Aira took this opportunity to address the other matter.

[color=f9ad81]“You… should be calm enough to listen to me now, because this doesn't seem to be something to joke around about.”[/color] Aira remarked with a sharp tone. [color=f9ad81]“Assuming that you’ve seen me outside in the courtyard last night, you… must’ve also seen what exactly went down.”[/color] Aira continued, trying not to give out too much information, just in case Morrigan may have actually not been there to witness the whole thing. She'd have to wait for Morrigan to lay out her side of the story. [color=f9ad81]“Well, whatever you’ve seen, it’d be best not to spread it around the academy. We have no idea what any of it may cause.”[/color]

Aira waited for a response from her peer, hoping that in some way or another, she had understood her tale and proposition. 

Aira’s eyes tentatively fell down to where Morrigan was still covering the area of where she seemed hurt. A nerve in Aira started to kick into her consciousness, a nerve that she seems to be desperately fighting back.
No, this lady done nearly killed her with her weird dancing ice puppet! There’s no way she deserves-
No. [i]NO.[/i]

[color=f9ad81]“I-I’ll have to consult some people who were there with me about this. They’d need to hear about you, but as of now uhh… you need any help with that?”[/color] Aira addressed, with a slight jerk of her head at Morrigan’s wound. [color=f9ad81]“I know a spell here that can ease it out.”[/color]

Aira’s pulse then took a leap, her inner wits telling her that no matter the response she gets, she knows damn well she would, at a lower degree, regret what she had just done. 


[@Cerces22]