Lighting it up, going to burn to the ground
He can’t keep the sharp grin from cutting up his face as she agrees near instantly, because of course Mel would always be pro more fire. ”Absolutely,” he croons, the sound low and rolling out a shuckle thereafter. His attention swings back to the contenders, more of whom fall to the defeat of nerves or a singed fumble that requires some smothering and reshaping of the bonfire they knocked.
Once everyone who is willing took their turn in round two, Iskra stepped forth to unfurl the remaining logs into the pile, growing it wider and taller alongside Mel. Flame leapt hungrily to the new fuel, and Iskra twisted its teeth to set deeply with a tug of his will on the magic forever wound inside the element. Once complete, orange roared on the edges, tilting into a bright blue middle that reached up tall and hungry and hot.
Shifting his shield on his back, Iskra regards their leashed inferno. It’s beautiful and daunting and he intends to master it. Simpering, he again grabs distance to work up the speed and momentum to carry him over. His limbs stretch in a deer leap, toe leading him in an arc over the blue middle, the heat so intense his skin flushes immediately. It whirls around behind him, billowing with the motion and turning back to snarl at his shield and his last toe. He wraps the edges of himself in quiet and quick dismissal of the element’s attempt to grab back at him, leaving only the faintest smears of charcoal and smoke there the wrestle for control waged.
He trumbles into a rolling landing, breathless with adrenaline as he pops up, sooty but unharmed.
Once everyone who is willing took their turn in round two, Iskra stepped forth to unfurl the remaining logs into the pile, growing it wider and taller alongside Mel. Flame leapt hungrily to the new fuel, and Iskra twisted its teeth to set deeply with a tug of his will on the magic forever wound inside the element. Once complete, orange roared on the edges, tilting into a bright blue middle that reached up tall and hungry and hot.
Shifting his shield on his back, Iskra regards their leashed inferno. It’s beautiful and daunting and he intends to master it. Simpering, he again grabs distance to work up the speed and momentum to carry him over. His limbs stretch in a deer leap, toe leading him in an arc over the blue middle, the heat so intense his skin flushes immediately. It whirls around behind him, billowing with the motion and turning back to snarl at his shield and his last toe. He wraps the edges of himself in quiet and quick dismissal of the element’s attempt to grab back at him, leaving only the faintest smears of charcoal and smoke there the wrestle for control waged.
He trumbles into a rolling landing, breathless with adrenaline as he pops up, sooty but unharmed.
Iskra
