[ The serious look from Kazuma into his teacup causes Susato to copy him, rippling what little remains with a gentle swirl. If Kazuma's abilities still need work, she doesn't know what chance she could possibly have, but she has taken very well (comparatively speaking) to fire. Getting to practice it casually around the kitchen, and using the rainbow crystal they'd gotten as a power-up certainly helped. ]
Mine, too. [ She hovers her teacup over her free hand, stroking a small flame into existence underneath. The flame looks wispy and smoky; fragile, like it may go out at her first breath. ] Some days it comes so naturally, and others... [ She balls her hand into a fist to extinguish the flame, then opens her palm again, showing the hand as empty as she holds it up.
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Mine, too. [ She hovers her teacup over her free hand, stroking a small flame into existence underneath. The flame looks wispy and smoky; fragile, like it may go out at her first breath. ] Some days it comes so naturally, and others... [ She balls her hand into a fist to extinguish the flame, then opens her palm again, showing the hand as empty as she holds it up.
Poof. ]