Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-5543592-20150405004209

Dacian rose to his feet and approached Kay. His hands took on warm, orange glow, like he was about to charge a flame spell. He held them just above the fabric of Kay's clothes and slowly moves they over her clothes. Everywhere his hands went, vapor followed. He went through this process until Kay's clothes were perfectly dry, if not warm, and wrinkled.

He stepped back and let his hands drop to his sides. "Better?"