Love mends even the broken parts
The nudge was all Loren needed: he sprang into action, sluggish limbs kicking snow over the still burning feathers as a mound of earth and ice rose around it. However, despite both of their efforts, the fires kept burning. Then Remi explained that this feather would keep setting things on fire, and the summoner’s eyes narrowed. This was his fault, and he needed to do something while the other man found a more permanent solution.
So he ran forward, unheeding of the flames that licked at his skin, scrambling over the shifting dirt, until he was within range of the feather and plucked it off the ground with his telekinesis. The burns and bruises disappeared with a wash of his healing magic, and he panted, trying to prevent further harm from coming to himself. It was hotter, way hotter than it had any right to be, and incredibly bright. However, he didn’t dare back away or close his eyes. However, he'd like to see the feather burn air.
So he ran forward, unheeding of the flames that licked at his skin, scrambling over the shifting dirt, until he was within range of the feather and plucked it off the ground with his telekinesis. The burns and bruises disappeared with a wash of his healing magic, and he panted, trying to prevent further harm from coming to himself. It was hotter, way hotter than it had any right to be, and incredibly bright. However, he didn’t dare back away or close his eyes. However, he'd like to see the feather burn air.
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