So, they had a deal, and he was content to put it out of his mind for the time being. He'd get the details soon enough, for he trusted Wessex to keep her part of the deal, so creating catastrophic scenarios in his own head wasn't going to help. Besides, he had other things to concern himself with: Wessex's flammability, and how to not accidentally kill her. He had grown into his fire powers rather quickly, and he didn't know the scope of them yet. How strong was he? How much could he control—and how far away? What, exactly, could he do with it?
Truth be told, he had never really done much except light candles, or hold flames in his palm. "To be honest I'm not quite sure of what I can do with it," he admitted as he followed her back to the door. "So starting small and taking it from there will probably be good for me as well."
Then they were back out in the darkness, Rory's eyes adjusting to the starlight and for a brief moment he envied her: she, the creature of the night, stronger and more agile than anything else on two legs under the dark night sky. What was it like, to be favored by a God? To be something special, something beloved and lovingly crafted, and not merely some magically inclined mishap who didn't even know where he'd gone wrong?
To almost be the wolf, with the night in its mouth.
He sighed. "Yeah," he agreed to her offer, watching as she dropped some very intimidating knives before readying herself.
So... how did one do this? Oh, he knew some Naturals who could control fire, but not on the scope that Edy could—and now, Rory too. So all he had to go on was that time in the utter darkness, the ball of flame arcing towards him, too slow and too fast at the same time.
Fire sputtered to life in his palm: a fist-sized globe of licking flames, and experimentally he threw it at her—rather hard and rather fast. She wouldn't want him going easy on her, so go easy he wouldn't.
Barring any dreadful mistakes, like setting her on fire, he would create more of the balls, experimenting much with his own control and scope. Could he create it anywhere in his sphere of influence? Yup. How large was his area of control? .. surprisingly large. Could he throw it, only with his mind? Yup.
It all had one downside, though: he was so focused on what he was doing that anyone could've snuck up on him and stabbed him to death then and there, and he wouldn't have noticed.
Training post 1/4
Truth be told, he had never really done much except light candles, or hold flames in his palm. "To be honest I'm not quite sure of what I can do with it," he admitted as he followed her back to the door. "So starting small and taking it from there will probably be good for me as well."
Then they were back out in the darkness, Rory's eyes adjusting to the starlight and for a brief moment he envied her: she, the creature of the night, stronger and more agile than anything else on two legs under the dark night sky. What was it like, to be favored by a God? To be something special, something beloved and lovingly crafted, and not merely some magically inclined mishap who didn't even know where he'd gone wrong?
To almost be the wolf, with the night in its mouth.
He sighed. "Yeah," he agreed to her offer, watching as she dropped some very intimidating knives before readying herself.
So... how did one do this? Oh, he knew some Naturals who could control fire, but not on the scope that Edy could—and now, Rory too. So all he had to go on was that time in the utter darkness, the ball of flame arcing towards him, too slow and too fast at the same time.
Fire sputtered to life in his palm: a fist-sized globe of licking flames, and experimentally he threw it at her—rather hard and rather fast. She wouldn't want him going easy on her, so go easy he wouldn't.
Barring any dreadful mistakes, like setting her on fire, he would create more of the balls, experimenting much with his own control and scope. Could he create it anywhere in his sphere of influence? Yup. How large was his area of control? .. surprisingly large. Could he throw it, only with his mind? Yup.
It all had one downside, though: he was so focused on what he was doing that anyone could've snuck up on him and stabbed him to death then and there, and he wouldn't have noticed.
Training post 1/4
