E'sS FaF 17: Cold Comfort Cyril. part 1.

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Olivia was still a little shaken up the next day, when she went to school... This was very much seen in her training, which is normally a task she preforms happily, and with determination...

Sure, the blue dragoness could spray cold blasts, and freeze dummies over; but when it came to higher skilled ice, she was falling foul.
"No no NO!" Cyril barked. "You're breathing the sheet ice all wrong!" He walked over to her, and stepped into the ice, watching the wafer thin ice cracked ad broke away under him, revealing little more than a puddle. "Watch me." He instructed. The task was to freeze a tub of water into a solid cube, it was something he knew Olivia could do, because she had done it when she was so much younger. He sucked up a large glob of siliva in his mouth, before spitting into the tub, the spit flew quickly into the tub, freezing as it went into a ball, which shattered in the bottom of the water tub; and where the broken shards of ice went, they grew as they froze surrounding water; they then fused into one as they grew big enough. Within seconds, the tub was a solid lump of ice.
"There, you need to really put spit into it Olivia. You know this girl!" He snorted; he then motioned for a fire dragon to come and de-freeze the water (by breathing fire into the ice), so Olivia could try again.
Cyril then calmed down a little. "You're spraying." He told her. "Spraying droplets will create a sheet of ice, NOT freeze the whole thing. For that, you need concentraited liquid nitrogen. Suck the inside of your mouth for a little while, then spit."

Olivia tried, she really did. But it just wasn't working, and all she managed to achive was a humiliating drool. She was causing a danger she never though would happen at her claws: She was making Cyril lose patience with her, HER! Of all dragons!
"Olivia! Come on!" He sighed. "You of all dragons can do better. But you're just not concentraiting. If you aren't going to focus, there's no point in being here."
"It's not like that!" Olivia suddenly snapped, and shouted out.
"Really?"
"Yes!" She screamed at him. "You KNEW you wouldn't understand! You think you're so great, but you're just a stupid, old FOOL!" She verbally beat a shocked and hurt Cyril. He was furious, breifly, but then realised that would just prove Olivia right.
"Go on then." He scowled. "Tell an 'Old Fool' just what he's missing in his senility."
She shook her head, truthfully she was more upset with herself than angry at Cyril, but she didn't think it made much of a difference now. "What's the point?" She scowled, turning to leave, but Cyril blocked her path.
"Olivia, please." He spoke. "Sure, perhaps I push you too much, but you never seem to struggle until now..."
"See?! I knew you wouldn't understand!" She shouted, this also brought back bad memories, it was the worst thing Cryil could've made her do today. "Get away from me!" She then swept under his body, and through the doors, stroming off...