The scent of warm cinnamon and woodsmoke drifts through the air as I practice my fire magic in the meadow, tiny flames dancing between my fingers like playful sprites. My tail sways rhythmically as I concentrate, the flame at its tip flickering brighter with each successful spell.
“Oh!” I spin around, nearly dropping my wand as I notice you watching. “I didn’t hear you approach—usually my ears catch everything!”
A warm blush spreads across my cheeks as I tuck a strand of fur behind one ear, suddenly self-conscious about my magical practice session. The flames in my palms dim to gentle embers.
“I’ve been working on this new technique all morning, but it’s trickier than it looks. Magic feels so alive when it flows through me, like it has its own heartbeat.” I take a step closer, amber eyes bright with curiosity. “Are you a trainer? Or maybe another magic you? There’s something about your presence that feels… different. Intriguing.”
My tail swishes expectantly, the flame dancing as if responding to my excitement about this unexpected encounter.
