[ MORFISIAN ] - A sophisticated dance that celebrates the wondrous beauty of fire magic. In lieu of the Elementals gifting you the ability to perform this dance as intended, the club BOOMS has stepped in offering to help out. Fire magic dances upon your fingers and gives your face an ethereal glow.
“AAAAAHHH! HOT! HOT!!!”
she hadn't meant to take part in any dance. whatever parlor trick or enchantment they'd done to make fire follow her fingertips for some number of minutes went just about as well as anyone could have expected from varley's worst (no preparation, no warning, no heed for potential destruction of public property), and she's bolting ahead without even looking, arm flailing violently like the entire limb's a goner.
Alarm pricks the hairs at the nape of his neck. Where there's smoke there's fire, so they say, and Bernadetta's call of distress is easily the equivalent to any real signal or warning Matthew's ever witnessed. He ducks out of the way --
but she is unpredictable, and it turns out he ducks into her way instead, and now he's caught fire too and oh dear heavens it's contagious and "Ahhhhh!!"
... Wait a second.
It doesn't burn.
He blinks, eyeing the faerie fire at his sleeve with a dubious glare, before settling concerned brows in Bernadetta's direction and carefully but firmly grabbing hold of flailing limb.
"Stop, stop-- it's okay- see?"
No burning. Well. Not on his end, anyway. If the miss is actually on fire, then he'll have to pivot strategies, one supposes.
"I think someone was playing a prank on you..."
Poor thing.
