The fire witch gleefully watched the flames lightly dance around the palm of her bare hands as they continued to flare brightly. She’d have had expected a somewhat similar reaction from her partner, approving for her abilities, but heavens she was wrong.

Instead, as Aira glanced back up at Morrigan, she watched her as she hastily drew back, her stance looking more aggressive and alert. Drips of sweat easily started to become visible on her face as it ran down the tips of her skin.
Aira could distinguish tints of rage flickering in her eyes as they had finally come to meet with hers. And in the next moment, a stronger rush of an even colder air blew around them once again. The recurring sudden drop of temperature felt like a hard shove at Aira, and with a little string of caution and fear welling up inside of her, this caused the fire that burned on her hands to shrivel down and disappear. 

Aira looked down at her empty palms with utter shock and panic, remembering how the fires she’d produce would have a distinct connection with how she felt. And right now, she’d definitely felt a negative kind of confusion as she looked back up at her partner once again, eyes still looking as if she was ready to pounce on her. The fire girl then wasted no time to wrap her arms around her, hoping to gain sufficient warmth again. [color=f9ad81]“Where the hell is this all coming from?! …Is this all coming from-“[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Of course, you can use fire. You were the girl with the floating orb last night."[/color] Morrigan remarked at her in a rather sharp tone. 
Aira’s eyes then widened at her as she took in the words she just said. [color=f9ad81]“Last… night?”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Well if we are to spar, I can see I will have a tough time against you, my powers are weak against your flame." [/color]
Before Aira could pester any further, she watched as water suddenly started to rise up straight from the soils of the ground. Aira drew back as the water clump together only to be frozen the next moment. Once Aira got a scoop of the bigger picture, she saw that the frozen water formed together had created an ice sculpture that… looked exactly like Morrigan. It stood still for a few seconds, but then started motioning around in a very stiffly manner. 
[color=6ecff6]"I am better with inanimate constructs like weapons or building structures. But I am getting closer with the moving ones every day, if you can't tell, ice is my bitch."[/color] Her partner remarked at her with a sly grin making its way across one side of her lips.

In a state of shock, Aira then completely froze. If she assembled her thoughts just right for a few moments, she knew she didn’t hear Morrigan wrong earlier;
She was there. She witnessed what had happened last night. 
And the cold temperature and that icy hallway she went through after that night? It was all coming together. She was the suspected Jack Frost. 

Aira could only stare back at Morrigan in complete silence. The situation still trying to sink in on her and thoughts only flooding her head to the brim. Her guts were right; who knows how many more witnesses there could be. But it’s all too alarming. Aira feared that Morrigan might do something that may possibly put them in trouble unless she attempts to speak out to her. She may look like the kind of person after all. 

Aira looked around her as her eyes fell on the clear sights of Dav and Rainna with their partners. Should she go tell them first? 
Her attention turned back to the sounds of clashing solid ice coming from Morrigan’s dancing doppelganger that only started to sound louder and more aggressive. If she were to consult the others, it may only waste precious time. She had to do the best remaining approach.

[color=f9ad81]“Morrigan, Listen.”[/color] Aira called out at her as she started to slowly pace towards her partner. The closer she tried to get to her, the colder the air around them felt, so she was forced to stop and stay a few paces away from Morrigan. Even so, Aira was practically shivering, and every hot breath she exhales can be seen turning into very faint fogs, and Morrigan’s ice puppet surely was of no good help with its thick ice skin flailing around along with its broken movements. Aira may know better than to try and get close to it. And she though that chanting out another fire spell may only be best used when really needed. Right now, if she could get through Morrigan without any means of using her abilities, the more peaceful the world can be and possibly the less damage done to an environment such as a wide forest they’re in. 

[color=f9ad81]“Morrigan! We n-need to t-talk!”[/color] Aira called out at her once again through her shivering stance in hopes that she’d somewhat stop the cold air and calm her ice puppet down. 

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