[It's cold, sitting in the snow, but it's not as cold as it could be. Not as cold as it should be and maybe that's something else to worry about, how feverishly warm he is even when he's not using the magic.
Slowly he lets the fire blazing up his arm burn down to a softer light, his usual finesse and control ruined by the sheer force of the magic he has now. A playful flick of snow in Regis' direction, half of it melting before it even leaves his fingertips.]
How indeed. [A weak laugh as he looks out over the hillside, quiet for now.]
Stopping was probably the worst thing we could've done.
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Slowly he lets the fire blazing up his arm burn down to a softer light, his usual finesse and control ruined by the sheer force of the magic he has now. A playful flick of snow in Regis' direction, half of it melting before it even leaves his fingertips.]
How indeed. [A weak laugh as he looks out over the hillside, quiet for now.]
Stopping was probably the worst thing we could've done.