I can't make it shine like fire, but. There's still heat. A kind of, uh, flicker? Wait, let me show you.
[Moving his hands carefully slow, Quentin works his way through the few tuts needed to make the most basic kind of fireball. The kind that wouldn't burn him, and he's saying the words a lot louder than he usually does. Pronouncing the Old High German with care. Brinnan and a pause before the next tut and Fiur.
A tiny ball of distorted light shimmers dully in the palm of his hand, the heat making the air blur a little above it.]
This? Can you-- we could try making this? Or, the one you know?
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[Moving his hands carefully slow, Quentin works his way through the few tuts needed to make the most basic kind of fireball. The kind that wouldn't burn him, and he's saying the words a lot louder than he usually does. Pronouncing the Old High German with care. Brinnan and a pause before the next tut and Fiur.
A tiny ball of distorted light shimmers dully in the palm of his hand, the heat making the air blur a little above it.]
This? Can you-- we could try making this? Or, the one you know?