Over the past few days, Duin had shown improvement. Sometimes he'd end up coughing up smoke and in the smaller occasion, embers instead. But no large spew of flames like at Madam Grindle's home. The warmth was still mostly in his chest and he couldn't help but feel that was just going to be how it was. It almost felt natural in a odd way...at first it was weird and even scary, it now felt more like a piece of him. Granted that piece of him was a bit..tricky to keep down as he noticed whenever he really got into something emotion wise; such as excitement, that sensation of heat would rise up and it would take a great deal of effort to keep the fire in.
Currently he was sitting on the porch with Dagny as she was trying to get him to say a new set of words to help him with speaking her tongue. It didn't sound as intricate and nice as his own tongue did but he knew his was harder for people to understand.
"The lky is...wait...." Duin started but already had to pause to correct himself.
Something that would happen often when trying to speak common, is that Duin would mix the words up and start to say them in a hybrid way. The word Sky was pronounced as Lok in his tongue, and what just happened was him starting to say it in dovah only to subconsciously correct it near the end. Creating a new mess of a word and one that wasn't correct.
"Skoy...Sk.....lo..." Duin started again, taking a deep breathe and exhaling as he felt annoyance at such a small word being such a pain.
Putting his hands near his face, he sighed and took in a breathe. Another thing that made the heat in his chest stir and move away was his temper. Now Duin wasn't a super angry person, but he grew frustrated easily despite his efforts. It was always clear when he was trying to keep his mind clear or when he was starting to grow annoyed/frustrated. His face would always scrunch up in a way that would mimic a less angered or frustrated expression, only for him to actually be higher in that emotion than the expression conveyed. Another tell tale sign was when that smoke would roll out of his mouth with a heavy enough exhale.
So far, it seemed that the things that frustrated him the most was his inability to do things. He never would throw a tantrum but there was a time he hastily ran out of the house during one of his early word lessons with Erick and once away from the house and anything flameable, couldn't contain the fire that had risen up from his chest and thus, a large amount of fire was released. The ground thankfully was the only thing burnt and while Brenna yelled at him; potentially accusing him of something. It was obvious to the others that Duin had tried to hold it in as well as not potentially hurt anyone, the soot that one would notice on his hands were evidence that during the fire breathing, Duin's hands had been clasped over his mouth, attempting to hold it in but of course. Fire could get out no matter what.
"Lok...." Duin started, taking one more short breathe with a faint scratchy sound to it at the end. "Sssssssssskok!!! SKOK!!! Ruth nii! Ruth Nii!!"
(Damn it! DAMN IT!!)
A plume escaped his mouth as he spoke in Dovah near the end but he merely sighed as he gave up to the word sky.
