Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140623054056

Echion jolted up as the cold water hit him. And regretted it as his head throbbed. The warrior winced, but stood up shakily, and began to collect the droplets. The seemingly large water collections seemed to be perfect for the palm of his hand.

It was rather interesting being this small, he mused. Before, if he poked water, it just burst and clung to his skin, and droplets were just that. Now, well. He could drink a single drop, and be filled for a little while. The mage-bane chuckled, and set the droplets back into the basket.

He was fascinated at how they just collected into a bigger droplet. Echion poked the water, and it jiggled. So he poked it again.

The act was rather  childlike for the normally mature Warforged.