Dec 31, 2019
the distant sound of flames roar in the distance, as it seems the fire mage seems to be training, or more accurately, venting through trying to destroy flame-proof training dummies, also getting into melee fighting with it, her earbuds blaring some form of rock and metal music.
her ears pick up something that she distinctly knows isn’t part of the song, bringing her body around, the flame in her hands crackling as she spins to face whatever made the sound, pausing momentarily. it could be someone completely harmless.
“y’almost became a burnt marshmellow. th’fuck are you doing here?”
