Blossom

Ciaran gazed up at Brenna, confirming that he’d heard properly. She just smiled at him and made her blade sing through the air.

A strange thrill rose in Ciaran’s chest. He was doing something...bad. That he knew. He was breaking rules by starting a fire, going against his father’s lifelong restriction, but at least now he knew why his father had the rule - he was afraid of what Ciaran could do.

But if he learned from Brenna, he would be able to control his talent, his father’s fears would be unfounded.

Ciaran stretched forth one hand, and fire blossomed.