(Multicharacter post)
Harry has set up a stone target in the Main Gauche courtyard - nothing fancy, just a big rock with a frowny face painted on - and is tossing tiny spears of Hellfire at it with his blasting rod. His control is much greater than he remembers; the surrounding ground is barely scorched. He wonders if it would be possible to cast a Hellfire whip of some
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She hears the blasting from one of the rooms she and Malek share, and spent a while watching from the balcony. Then she snuck down to get a closer look.
She's seen - once - an Afreet who could set things on fire in her hand and throw them, still burning. But she's never seen someone who could just throw fire. Suffice it to say, she's impressed.
She's idling against a tree, watching with rapt attention. She's not exactly planning to approach, because she's got a very specialized idea of which strangers are all right to talk to, but there she is.
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Harry's next strike goes a little askew, skipping off the top of the target like a stone across a pond. He quickly snuffs it out before it can hit a wall or a person or something. The blasting rod is barely warm in his hand, but he pretends to check the runes. Lash is right, of course. She always is. He's not too terribly surprised that he's drawn some attention, but there really isn't anywhere else to practice.
"She doesn't look dangerous," he murmurs under his breath to the Fallen in his head. "Just curious. Keep an eye on her, just in case."
Lash's shade nods, taking a seat on the target and crossing her ankles. "You are in the right mindset to try your whip idea," she says. "Focus on me, let my power flow through you and out your blasting rod."
He closes his eyes for a moment, then flicks the rod experimentally. A tendril of flame leaps out like a snake, tied to the end of the weapon. It fizzles away just before striking the target. Not what he was hoping for, but it's a start, anyway.
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