Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
He lifted his eyebrows as Deimos extended his hand, turning it over as flames lifted. He knew the look in the eyes. His brother, Zeke, often looked at him in that same way. When they were children, doing something that their parents should not know about--for, surely, they would forbid it--Zeke would lift a brow, smirk, and carry on. Noah usually kept his lips sealed, and joined in. Even now, as the Sword let the flames dance over his palm but said the Warden and the Agriculture chief told him no fire, Noah let him have his moment.
Then, standing back up, Noah lifted his palm towards Deimos as if to indicate to let the fire die. The hunter had no magic to display for him, nothing to match that prowess (at least, he thought), but he could show him what he did have. His human form shifted and curled, bones moving and changing and morphing. Then, at the Sword's bedside, stood a lynx where the hunter once stood.
Just listen to the noises