[She grabs onto his hand without hesitation or reluctance this time. Kaede's mana is still on the uncomfortable side of warm and full of prickles, but the temperature's been turned down a notch or two.
Kaede wasn't sure what to expect next. Just thinking fire would help, wouldn't it? That was almost second nature to her now, like her own power had been in life. She willed it, and most of the time it answered.
Would it be the gloves that changed? What would the staff look like? There was already a red-orange glow of a pattern being etched onto it, the same color as Kaede's mana.]
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[She grabs onto his hand without hesitation or reluctance this time. Kaede's mana is still on the uncomfortable side of warm and full of prickles, but the temperature's been turned down a notch or two.
Kaede wasn't sure what to expect next. Just thinking fire would help, wouldn't it? That was almost second nature to her now, like her own power had been in life. She willed it, and most of the time it answered.
Would it be the gloves that changed? What would the staff look like? There was already a red-orange glow of a pattern being etched onto it, the same color as Kaede's mana.]