The Fires of Diversity [Hero Quest]

Tired, tired, tired.

That was one word which spun around the mind of The Celestial whom owned this mountain-top. Twas a hard thing to manager all the affairs which lay under her belt. Everything from assisting the Iramasha Military on their missions, handling her love life with her partner, building up new heroes everyday, to trying to find time to train herself; the year had been hellishly busy for The Angel of The Ice.

Therefore, because of this, she found herself taking a nice snooze on top of a nearby tree which was covered in snow. While this may have been a frozen deathtrap for most humans -- it was paradise for Cirno. C'mon, she was obviously someone who fed off the winter elements, so would you expect anything else? Pfft: no. She was soaking up the beautiful winds of cold, the wondrous blanket of snow and basking in the frigid icicles which formed all around her tender body.

At least -- that was until Mr.Super Heat over there started melting everything in sight. It was like being awoken by the sounds of a blaring alarm clock; 'cept this clock was hot and screamed "I'M BURNING SHIT ALL AROUND ME!!! COME FIZZLE ME OUT!!!!". As cooling these flames is precisely what Cirno intended to do as she grumbled herself back to the world of the consciousness and concentrated her oceanic eyes on the beefy male below her.

After jumping a great height away from out of that snowy tree, The Angel of The Ice's aqua hair would dance all around in the air before she landed soundly on her barefeet. Following The Celestial dusting off her leg-length dress and having her hair rest at her waist, she'd scratch the back of her blue head-bow and begin to approach the fiery traveler with a light yawn. With each step she took, the well-endowed woman would come further and further to the realization that this must've been another one of those folks looking to become a hero. As, to her, he looked lost as a man in a woman's clothing department.

Therefore, as her six icicle shaped wings fluttered in the breeze, she'd give a stretch in the air and have a small, but tired smile wash over her face. Of course she'd like more time to rest, but she understood that her position in the world didn't allow for such thing. Thus, she accepted it and waved at the mighty tall male to otherwise greet herself. As, more than anything else, this guy's six foot stature was pretty huge compared to her mere five foot six. So, at least he had height going from him, eh?

Nevertheless, this heat had to go like a bad case of the chickenpox. Hence, with a clap of her hands, The Angel of The Ice summon her material magic in order to deaccelerate the motion of particles around them and "SLAP" that heat back to cold. As, the male would notice a shift back to winter temperatures and the snow n' ice beginning to reform. Since, she was an agent of winter, it wasn't hard for her to conjure up more of the snowy stuff back into existence. After letting her toes soak up the cold, a relaxed smile and sigh would escape her mouth before she grinned and poked Hizazel's nose.

"Well, hello to you to, Hothead~"

Obviously speaking in jest, a giggle would escape The Angel's mouth before she inspected the body of her new companion. Gauging his chest, legs, arms and aura gave The Celestial all the information she really needed. Yeah, he could be turned into something mighty fierce with enough training. Therefore, she'd flick his stomach and snicker once more.

"My name is Cirno Iramahsa and I am The Angel of The Ice. Judging from your presence, I bet you are here to become a hero, huh? You just have that look!"

At least -- that's what Cirno hoped he was here for. You never knew when one of these guys might turn out to be an enemy -- or an angry news reporter ready to scream your head off about the dangers of war and combat. Hopefully -- he was the former. This guy didn't have the stuff to dig himself into the arts of news and media!

"Tell me, what is your name and what is your reason for being here, Mr.Hothead?"

With another snicker, she'd place each of her hands behind her and begin standing up and down on her tippy toes to see what kind of reaction she'd get out of the male. Hopefully, there was something captivating she could work with and help to flourish in the traveler. As she was hoping that there was a good enough reason as to why that this guy was going around burning everything and dragging her out of good, cold sleep.