Crystal Hot-spot

As Cináed tapped the crystal he was surprised to find how incredibly cold it was. He jerked his paw back with a frown and looked down at his paw pads, almost entirely missing Duchess' comment about how she didn't feel like they were alone. There were frosted spots on his paw and raw spots where some of the rough callus had been pulled away when he yanked his paw away. How did she manage to lick the crystal so easily if it was that cold? Were some crystals different form the others? He lifted his golden gaze up toward the crystal she had licked, intending to test out the temperature of that one as well, but... it was gone. His eyes widened with confusion before his brow furrowed. "Wasn't... wasn't the crystal you licked right here?" he questioned, pointing to the empty space on the canyon wall where he had been pretty sure it was. "It's a rock, how did it just... disappear?" Suddenly his interest in the crystals diminished as the thought of them not actually being crystals but something else entirely crossed his mind.

"Cináed Praetor"