[Shaking his hands out, Quentin keeps his eyes on Ambrose, on the words and he tries it- copying the his hands and the latin, the weird words almost tripping on his tongue and he can feel his magic reacting but-
So he shifts it up, saying his own spell, speaking his own well-known words but instead of sending the magic in to the palm of his hand, he tries feeding it in to Ambrose's. Sending out tendrils of magic to make Ambrose's fire bigger.]
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So he shifts it up, saying his own spell, speaking his own well-known words but instead of sending the magic in to the palm of his hand, he tries feeding it in to Ambrose's. Sending out tendrils of magic to make Ambrose's fire bigger.]
Can you-- can you feel this?