Going Down: Mickey and James
"I have done pleny of riding," Mickey said, winking easily. But yeah, maybe Mickey should. He looked good in a cowboy hat, after all.
"I grew up in Spain," Mickey said, hands slipping out his gloves and skin exposed to the cold air. Gratefully, they wrapped themselves around the mug, cherishing the warmth. Mickey took a quick sip. An ifrit didn't burn his mouth.
"I'm an ifrit, not just an element," Mickey corrected. "And even the most arid desert has an oasis. Djinn are creatures of the wild and untamed nature - we can be of fire, of sky, of wind and water and shadow. The sea does not extinguish my flame, not in the way you say. The snow might do a better job, but..." Mickey shrugged, looking up at the sky. "The sun is shining."