[ Cold. jdfkls dude he's gonna buy you some gloves, geez.
Anyway. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, pulls in his focus. His magic always flows where he wills it - always has - so it forms easily in his hands. His flame appears, of course, but there's that white shimmer with it, the one he saw Belth draw to the surface last time. ]
Multa. Neus. Arcanus.
[ The gem forms - crackling, volatile at first, but the instability levels out before it finally compresses and solidifies into that perfect shape. He blinks at it a few times, then looks to Belth with a hopeful smile. ]
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Anyway. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, pulls in his focus. His magic always flows where he wills it - always has - so it forms easily in his hands. His flame appears, of course, but there's that white shimmer with it, the one he saw Belth draw to the surface last time. ]
Multa. Neus. Arcanus.
[ The gem forms - crackling, volatile at first, but the instability levels out before it finally compresses and solidifies into that perfect shape. He blinks at it a few times, then looks to Belth with a hopeful smile. ]
... Huh. So, passing grade?