Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 52

M:   "And hope he doesn't collapse before we get there," Rowen joked, earning laughter from everyone.

Mandoria helped Celtica to help Odrus stand and let him lean against him to keep his balance. The eternal was a bit wobbly but managed fine, thankfully not collapsing on the way to the dining hall.

In said room, Esha was still there with Wales, though for some reason there were a bunch of candles on the table.

"Come on Wales, you almost had it, you need to keep your chest as open as possible," she said.

"Hey guys, what are you up to?" Mandoria asked.

"I'm trying to teach Wales to use his fire breath," the draconic entity explained, "he's expelled the flammable gas he just can't make the spark yet."

N:   Wales nodded as he tried his best to keep his chest open, and he took a deep breath and blew, but yet again only the flammable gas came out. When Esha encouraged him to do it again, he shook his head.

"I've been trying to do this for the last twenty minutes," he grumbled, "how can I try to breathe out fire if I've never done it before right now? I'm surprised that I'm even able to get the flammable gas out in the first place."

"That only shows that you're close," Scotland reassured him, patting him on the back, "just try it one more time."

The Welshman was sure if he should attempt again, so he turned to the draconic eternal, "How do you even make the spark."

M:   Esha opened her mouth to respond but stopped short, "Huh, I actually never thought about that before, I've done it so much that it's just natural to me, hmm."

She paused to think about it, scratching her head as she did so, "Now that I think about it, whenever I do it I grind my teeth just as I blow out, like when you rub a match on a rough surface, I wonder if our teeth are made of a material that sparks when there is friction. Try it, see what happens."

N:   The draconic country nodded before focusing on the candle in front of him and sighed, "Here goes nothing." Just like before, he kept his chest as open as possible, and when he blew, he rubbed his teethed against each other.

Immediately a trail of fire escaped from his mouth, and it only lasted a second since Wales fell back from utter shock, landing hard on the floor. Scotland stared wide-eyed at his son, wondering what just happened before asking, "How do you feel?"

"Slightly sore, but otherwise great," Wales smiled, "is the candle lit?" The Scot quickly checked, and sure enough, the candle was set alight, as well as the side that was closest to Wales was partially melting. When Scotland told him the news, the Welshman punched the air in celebration before returning to his seat.

M:   Esha clapped in celebration, the others were too shocked to respond but that was basically their way of saying well done.

"Great job Wales, I admit that I was worried you might not get it," Esha admitted, "most whelps are too young to try fire breathing at this point so more power to you."

Once they got over their initial shock, everyone else joined them at the table, though Rowen said, "Knowing England, he probably would have had a heart attack if he saw that happened. Wait, actually, I think Anglo would instead after what happened to him with America, he might start avoiding you if he finds out."

N:   "Well I'm not a toddler who is going to set his relative's wing on fire," Wales lightly chuckled, "besides, I should probably tell them anyway; I don't want to give them a heart attack if I were to ever breathe fire again."