Jerrar followed and did the same, drinking in a few long sips.  As he did so, his mouth was washed of blood and it drifted down the creek on a long red ribbon. His throat was eased by the cool water, but part of it seemed to ache at the coldness. Jerrar coughed and hacked, coughing up quite a bit of blood this time. After this though, there was no more, Jerrar washed his mouth, leaving the creek incarnadine. (<- Hah! Vocab word!) He breathed deep for a moment and looked downwards into the creek. He felt a burning sensation in his throat and he sipped water, but the burning spread. He coughed slightly and the burning increased, but seemed to begin to clump up in his throat. Jerrar took a risk and inhaled deeply and coughing with all his might.<br/><br/>As he did so, a large ball of flame leapt from his jaws and into the water. He blinked. The burning in his throat was gone, and he had a feeling he knew exactly what this was all about.  He took a drink of water and there was no burning and now Jerrar was certain.