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"Right," Edgar says, "let's see --"

This time he conjures the fireball and immediately tosses it into the air high above their heads. What he wants to do is make it hover for a moment and then bring it down in a slow spiral, circling around them toward the ground.

To his own openmouthed startlement, it works. He barely has the presence of mind to make the fire go out before it touches the grass.

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Mesmerized, Lioriley watched the flame spiraling, once again absolutely astonished by his capabilities despite - as far as she knew - never handling magic in his life. A natural? Few and far between were those, but it was certainly possible. Either that, or Fae magic was just absolutely batshit powerful.

"Very good - ah." Thankfully, Lioriley had the presence of mind to prepare for the worst, and made sure to splash a bit of conjured water over the flame if he didn't get to it in time.

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"Right," he says dazedly, "thanks, good thought ..."

He rakes a handful of hair up off his forehead, staring. "I dunno how I did that. It was like ... I don't even know what it was like."

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"You would make a very good mage with control like that." She laughed, her tone light and genuine. "Perhaps because you were able to concentrate properly and consider exactly what you wished to do - so it was all the easier to actually do it."

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He smiles, almost laughing himself in answer to hers. "Maybe? I -- guess I'll keep practicing?"

A beat. "Wonder if I should ask the fae for, like, the ability to put it out if I fuck up."

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"Oh, most certainly. Practice will be key to controlling your abilities - I can help whenever you like, if you should need any advice." It may not have been her literal element, but the idea was more or less the same.

She smiled. "I am sure you will be able to do it on your own, without their aid. Just...keep to areas that will not cause too much damage to yourself or others. Maybe the lake? Tossing a fireball in there should not be an issue."

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"Hey, yeah," he says, brightening further. "So long as I don't hit the boat."

(What might happen if he did hit the Revelry with a fireball doesn't bear thinking of.)

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She hadn't even thought of that. "I am sure you will not, and if you do, you can always tell Beau it was my idea." Because it was!!

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He grins at her. "Nah, I wouldn't wanna get you in trouble. Just gonna have to be careful not to hit it in the first place."

A pause. "D'you want me to try some more fire practice now, or ...? Cause I had something else I wanted to show you."

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"I am sure you will do fine."

She blinked, brows furrowing in confusion. "You have something to show me?" Well how could she say no to that. "We can practice again sometime soon, if you wish."

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"Yeah," he says, bright-eyed, and unslings the backpack from his shoulder to open it and start rummaging through. "Remember I said I might try asking for some kind of flying magic?"

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"I do." She confirmed, folding her arms over her chest and patiently waiting for the dramatic reveal of... whatever he had.

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What he has, apparently, is a length of some dark cloth, which he flourishes to shake out. No, two lengths, rolled together; as they unfold, it becomes a little clearer that they're a pair of cloaks. Closer examination will reveal some very complex runes stitched into the neck of each, in a faintly glossy thread of almost exactly the same color as the fabric.

Edgar holds one of the cloaks out to Lioriley, while tossing one over his shoulder with the other hand. "I wanted something I could share with somebody else," he says, "so they gave me two, if you want to borrow this one ...?"

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Lioriley's head tilted, dark eyes scanning up and down the length of the offered cloak. For a moment she seemed fixated on the runes sewn into the fabric, trying to decipher them even before he moved to hand it to her.

"Oh, I would not want to take it from you for long." She said, reaching out to grasp the cloak as gingerly as possible. "But I would be happy to join you for a bit, if you care to show me how it works."

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"You have to wear it for a few minutes first," he says, and demonstrates by swinging his own around his shoulders, "and it sort of gets to know you? And then you tell it what word you want to use to make it work, and then whenever you say that word --"

He spreads the cloak wide with both hands, grinning. "It turns into wings. For like an hour. And then after that it needs to rest for about a day before you can do it again."

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She nodded along, looping the cloak over her shoulders and securing it while he spoke. "And you have not tried it on your own yet?"

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"No, I did a little bit, just to make sure it worked. But it was talking with you that gave me the idea, when you said how great it would be to be able to fly? So I wanted to share it with you right off."

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She smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed. It was flattering to know that she had been the one to inspire the request in him, and surprising to find the form it had taken.

"I appreciate you thinking of me. How long do we wait for it to settle?"

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"Not too long, I don't think? Just till it starts to feel familiar, like. Took me about the same amount of time as eating breakfast."

(The word attune was in the explanation Edgar got along with the cloaks, but he didn't recognize it and has already forgotten it.)

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"Ah, I see." She nodded, shrugging a shoulder as if to say she didn't particularly mind waiting however long it took for the cloak to attune itself. "Shall we find somewhere suitable to...fly, I suppose?" Should they start out high? Was that dangerous?

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"Maybe, yeah ... how do the birds do it? Or those little dragons? Do they find a good spot, or just take off wherever they are?"

The idea of leaping off the castle wall with wings on did occur to him, but for once he decided not to take the unnecessary risk for the sake of excitement.

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"Well, when they are first starting I believe they just...leap and hope they are ready." She said with a soft chuckle. "I do not suggest we go too high, on the off chance something unpleasant happens, but high enough to start."

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"Leap and hope," he says, a touch rueful. "Yeah, I like that. Maybe just a little ways up that hill there? So it won't be too far to fall if anything goes wrong."

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She nodded, following his lead, dark eyes cast up the hill they were headed toward. "I know plenty that would object to leaping off hills, and plenty more that would be eager to do the same with cloaks like these."

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"How's it feeling? Think it's ready yet?" He doesn't want to be impatient, but he can't keep the note of eagerness out of his voice entirely; he's been looking forward to this for a while now.