Brush Fire

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast While gathering the last bits of debris, Zariah happened to spot the blonde out of the corner of her eye. It was intriguing, how she stared without any hint of apprehension, and more impressive yet, the way she seemed to bend the world to her whim. Earth magic? Summoning? Illusion? It could be any number of things really. But she wouldn’t address it until her task was done. She lifted a small handful of kindling, sending a small bolt of lightning into it with the other. The tried brush began to smolder, and with careful focus as she set the kindling on the pile of debris, the smoke turned to flame, and began to engulf the pile. ”Most people would consider it rude to stare, you know.” Zariah said at length, looking back over to where the blonde girl sat. ”Is that Illusion or Earth magic you are using?” she asked. ZARIAH