“Woah!” She exclaims, pulling back her hand at the sight of flame. Not wanting to miss out on the chance to greet the girl, Lauren tries to think of the spell to get a quick icy spark. But instead of ice sprouting to protect her hand, water shoots out of her palm. “Oh god!” She begins to laugh, quickly trying to dry the girl, getting singed by flames in the process. “Ouch, shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
Agnes’ amusement doesn’t last for very long when she’s suddenly hit by magical water, and for half a second she wants to burn everything, but she takes a deep breath and dries herself off instead. “No, it’s uh, it’s fine. Ifrit’s aren’t fans of magic, or water, so maybe keep that to a minimum, yeah?” She managed a small smile and ran her fingers through her hair.
