That should be well within my capabilities. I'll try to keep it localized.
[It's the simplest spell possible for a mage and - if Lysithea does say so herself - she's not any ordinary mage. She steps up to the window pane, gently shoos Ford a few feet away, then holds up a hand already glimmering with the power of Reason.]
Fi --
[She feels it before anything happens at all. The essence of the magic - its power usually so familiar and malleable, now... wound tight and raw and wrong.]
Ahh!
[The flames race up her own arm as Lysithea's uniform sets ablaze.]
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[It's the simplest spell possible for a mage and - if Lysithea does say so herself - she's not any ordinary mage. She steps up to the window pane, gently shoos Ford a few feet away, then holds up a hand already glimmering with the power of Reason.]
Fi --
[She feels it before anything happens at all. The essence of the magic - its power usually so familiar and malleable, now... wound tight and raw and wrong.]
Ahh!
[The flames race up her own arm as Lysithea's uniform sets ablaze.]