[It's a drizzly day on that little island at the base of Mt. Mortar, making the clear-cut construction zone in the middle of it look emptier and muddier than ever.]
[But the gray clouds had only moved in AFTER whatever made the big old scorch mark on the ground happened, unfortunately for Envy.]
... Oof, Envy. It doesn't look good.
[Wincing, Heather picks at the blackened strands of green hair, victim of a very unfortunately-aimed Fire Spin during their daily training. Behind her, in the doorway to the little camper-trailer they'd retreated into to assess the damage, is a very embarrassed-looking Braixen (the Fire Spinner in question).]
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[But the gray clouds had only moved in AFTER whatever made the big old scorch mark on the ground happened, unfortunately for Envy.]
... Oof, Envy. It doesn't look good.
[Wincing, Heather picks at the blackened strands of green hair, victim of a very unfortunately-aimed Fire Spin during their daily training. Behind her, in the doorway to the little camper-trailer they'd retreated into to assess the damage, is a very embarrassed-looking Braixen (the Fire Spinner in question).]
That's like a good foot and a half.