[Training] those claws

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

Well, it was faster – though he still had time to watch the rotations and revolutions before plucking at it with his own magic. Instead of sending it obliterated against the wall again, this time he snagged and pulled until it reached a height of thirty feet, content with the distance and range, before he sent it plunging entirely elsewhere, a comical little piece of wood flying through the sky, and landing far off into the tundra’s endless ivory. “That was better,” he surmised, narrowing his eyes and contemplating further development and focus. “Are you able to aim it directly at something?” So far it’s only been in the general vicinity of his form.

Snagging at another piece with his magic, he let it float directly before her, something to take and snag and mold for her own.

DEIMOS