[Training] fire and ice

Deimos A roll of pant legs, and a stroll into the waterway, was pleasing and satisfying in its own wake. Boyhood emblems and banners, rather than the pinnacles of the present; awash and adrift on waves once before, chasing after gulls, feet in sand, marching across dunes, laughing, cheering, whooping. None of that erupted over him now, save for a slight smile that held too many unknown fragments and meanings – his eyes wandering over to Belial’s hovering efforts, and Zuriel’s idle wanderings, grazing on what grass was available. Much larger than Aurelia, the water didn’t reach far enough to make any semblance of an impact on his stature. He was very tempted to be irritating and obnoxious by sending a spray of water in her direction, but it wouldn’t stand to hasten any gains in the modes of instruction. As it was – he needed to pay attention. He must not have noted the matchbook from before – but narrowed his eyes and speculated over it now. The flames weren’t her own, but hastened, and cast, from the range of elements something else contained. “Do you always have to use that to start it?” His head, the jutting of his chin, unfurled towards the tool. No indication of any emotion behind the inquiry; just mere examination and scrutiny. Perhaps he’d been spoiled, for it clambered to life without anything else but his own invocations. He held out his hand, and the fire heeded to the beck and call immediately – vibrant, but not wild, carefully honed and pressed exactly as he wished. “Concentration and focus,” he administered by way of advice first – presuming she was like many he’d come across: brazen, bold, audacious, and sometimes distracted in their reaches for sedition, upheaval, and bedlam. Then the inferno in his grasp unfurled into shapes and nuances, much like his training figures once with Weaver, when they’d hastened and sharpened their figments over the Oasis. This time, he made them dance, spark, and flare in a woven venue of stars, bright and illustrious. “Think about what you want it to become.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime