on your own, so don't complain.
-As for once I have to agree.- Fiora raked her sons with her eyes and placed a large jug with evidently cold water on the table.- Now drink up, because you are about to fall over on me.- The brothers only muttered something with little satisfaction and stretched out on the sofa without energy.
Draco was the first to reach for the jug, which probably surprised both the dwarf and the elven lady, but it was immediately clear that he had not poured for himself. He handed the cup to James, and the elf gratefully sipped the contents. The cool water with some juice worked wonders. After just a few sips, James felt the fatigue slowly drain away and he was no longer so heated.
-This was what I needed.- He said with a sigh and mutely asked the dragon for another cup.- I thought I was going to be cooked.- He took the cup in his hand and emptied it with a few sips.- I really envy you not feeling the temperature changes.- He said glancing at Draco. The dragon just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
-It's pretty much a necessary skill if you can breathe fire.- Draco grinned wider and stretched out on the couch.
-Yes, that really makes sense with fire dragons.- Gizel joined in.- But all great reptiles have a very high temperature tolerance.
-A racial trait.- Matheo pulled himself a chair from the dining room and sat down with a gasp.- They're just all extremely resilient.
-Looking at you, darling, you're not much inferior to a dragon's endurance.- Fiora placed another jug on the table and this time her sons immediately reached for a cold drink.
-Years of practice.- The blacksmith waved his hand.- Just years of practice.
-I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever want to say that it's simply years of practice.- Angus muttered, covering his eyes with his hand. He did not look enthused by the vision of acquiring endurance to extreme temperatures through countless hours spent at the smelting furnace or hearth and anvil.
