Amelia squawked, barely having time to register what her spell had done before she found herself shoved behind Al's back -- only a moment before the kitchen veritably exploded into light and heat. She shrieked then, Al a pillar in front of her against the onslaught of the blast.
Had she . . . Was he . . . ?
No time for that. Barely registering his question, Amelia took in the fire around her, managing a shaky nod. The fire at the moment was her first priority, her hands spinning the spell.
No water. "Mos Varium!"
A ball of light blossomed, spinning like a top, sucking fire into its bowels like a small, hungry sun, leaving the kitchen smoking in its wake.
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Had she . . . Was he . . . ?
No time for that. Barely registering his question, Amelia took in the fire around her, managing a shaky nod. The fire at the moment was her first priority, her hands spinning the spell.
No water. "Mos Varium!"
A ball of light blossomed, spinning like a top, sucking fire into its bowels like a small, hungry sun, leaving the kitchen smoking in its wake.