Post by Yamaroshi Riel on Dec 7, 2009 2:30:57 GMT -5
There was not much left in Spain for Yamaroshi -- he could go home and start a life of some sort--get a job, perhaps. But despite the promise of a more meaningful life, he just couldn't muster the incentive to go home. And so he was here, in the cold, practicing his elemental magic. This was how most of his time not simply sitting idly in his hole was spent.
He started by opening his palm upward, conjuring a small flame, allowing it to dance over his hand. He stared at it briefly, enjoying the warmth it brought in the cold weather. Then suddenly the flame exploded, reaching several feet in the air while turning red, before vanishing. Through his practice sessions Yamaroshi realised that a red flame was the coldest, and he couldn't even maintain it at that size.
He conjured another flame above his right palm, smaller than the first one. Using his left hand, the flame quickly took the rather detailed shape of a dog. This, Yamaroshi felt, made up for the fact that he could not sustain a large flame. It was funny. He assumed his fire would be the same as Roan's, big, chaotic and difficult to control. His, however was the exact opposite--he had excellent control but no power, and in his mind, this was useless.
The man let out a prolonged sigh. All those months of practicing fire magic had hardly paid off. It made Yamaroshi question his own talents--he only had such an easy time with Earth because of Kamaroshi. Still, there was no point in doubting himself. Since elementalism was the only thing keeping Yamaroshi interested in life, maybe it was better that it should take a very long time to master.
He started by opening his palm upward, conjuring a small flame, allowing it to dance over his hand. He stared at it briefly, enjoying the warmth it brought in the cold weather. Then suddenly the flame exploded, reaching several feet in the air while turning red, before vanishing. Through his practice sessions Yamaroshi realised that a red flame was the coldest, and he couldn't even maintain it at that size.
He conjured another flame above his right palm, smaller than the first one. Using his left hand, the flame quickly took the rather detailed shape of a dog. This, Yamaroshi felt, made up for the fact that he could not sustain a large flame. It was funny. He assumed his fire would be the same as Roan's, big, chaotic and difficult to control. His, however was the exact opposite--he had excellent control but no power, and in his mind, this was useless.
The man let out a prolonged sigh. All those months of practicing fire magic had hardly paid off. It made Yamaroshi question his own talents--he only had such an easy time with Earth because of Kamaroshi. Still, there was no point in doubting himself. Since elementalism was the only thing keeping Yamaroshi interested in life, maybe it was better that it should take a very long time to master.