Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20190204162635/@comment-26108027-20190211161421

Tiral snaps back to reality as the cold brushes his cheek. He snaps his fingers, creating a turquoise flame that hovers in a small ball above his index finger. It grows steadily larger, before settling at about the size of a good-sized stone.

Addia touches a finger to the flame, smiling as the warm tongues coil around her claw.

"Never understood how you control these pretty little fires, Whiteblaze. I've seen entire villages burned down because some silly foal tried to make one."

"It's likely I can control it so well because I'm the one who made the spell." Tiral smiles proudly, tossing his fireball from one hand to the other. "Magefire is difficult to control, unless you're me."