unfortunate incident with Merrymock - @merrymockthejester - town streets
Notelaih had never been a street artist, had never grazed people with his talents with smoke and fire. It had always been saver to keep it lowkey, to stop those around him from finding out that he was more than merely a servant. He would give shows, but they were small, they were within the bounds of imagination. Anyone within the power of fire would be able to do these.
Now he was free. And with freedom came the intention to show off, to create bigger and better shows, to set the world ablaze with creatures created from fire. All he needed was a tiny spark and he would be able to play around with the flames as if they were water. He send it up in the sky, formed dragons and wolves and lions. He barely had eye for his public anymore, as they left him coins in the cap he'd placed on the ground. His eyes were amber, shiny and vibrant.
He send the flames out, then accepted them back within. He could survive a lick of them, but his pants could not, so he only allowed it to run over his shoulders and arms. He shot out a few bolts of fire towards the public, forcing them back towards him, scaring whomever was at the front.
But instead, someone caught fire.
Someone who had simply been walking by, not knowing they'd become part of the act.
There were collective gasps from the audience and Notelaih forced the fire to be extinguished, but it was too late.
He jogged at the stranger. "Please don't be maimed, please don't be maimed!"
