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snuggles tries to use Conjure Fire but gets oopsy poopsies

Snuggles' Fire

Conjure Fire 1/1

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Conjure fire… it had to be simple enough.
Snuggles read up on the books Pistachio kept for her independent research on magic. Most of it was dry, it was hard to get through. But he believed he understood the gist. Breath, energy, concentration.
He was outside, it was safe in case Fusarium or Rata or Ata or Amoeba came running through. He heard Pistachio working in her garden. He faced away from her. it would be a silent spell. It shouldn’t ruin the surprise.
He watched his paw, extended away from his face, his ears behind him. He furrowed his brow and inhaled deeply. He was so excited to get through these spells to get to the more interesting branches of magic. He was excited to try out divination. It was the closest he could get to asking the Depths directly. His cheeks warmed as he made effort as his glands began to glow. Maybe his mom could help him metamorphose! Sorrow was scary… but maybe he’d let Pistachio come back to help him train. Maybe he could — a spark!
A warm feeling surged through his chest to his arm to his —
He produced a flame. He watched it for a moment, feeling a bit of pride. Warm… warmth turned to a hiss of pain. PAIN! The flame wasn’t above his paw, it was on his wing! On his fur!
He yelped, he attempted to drop it, like a potato off the stove, he swung his arm and he hissed and he began swinging his arm wildly. It grew! IT HURT!
“MOM!” he cried out.
He barely finished his sentence. Stinging pain was replaced with the alarm of lukewarm water drenching his body. His fur fell in clumps that bothered him as he felt the water drip down to his skin. He shuttered, opening his mouth to complain about one sensory nightmare to the next, but he couldn’t utter words. He sighed loudly, remorsefully.
His arm was seized by his mother; Pistachio held his wing out with one paw and with the other paw, she used the water she drew from the now-dead grass to heal his wing with Healing Spring. Pain was rapidly relieved as she gently cast her magic.
He opened his mouth but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were fixed on the area of the wound and she spoke before he could.
“What happened?”
Her gentle urgency was well meaning, of course. But Snuggles felt his anxiety rise. He grit his teeth as he felt Pistachio’s eyes examine his face as best they could.
“I… I was practicing.”
“Practicing fire magic? Snuggles! You’re covered in fur, you— you’re… you’re okay.”
She sighed heavily as she removed her paw - and the water - from his wound, which no longer existed. Her eyes turned black again. She closed them and inhaled before speaking again.
“Snuggles, please have a partner when you practice magic. You know I’d be more than happy to teach you! Why… why were you hiding this?”
“I wanted to surprise you… I thought if I could teach myself magic, even the basics… — like you did! — you’d be proud of me.” Snuggles felt the area of his afflicted wing. It appeared unscathed. He sheepishly made eye contact with his mother. He awaited some sort of scolding. Disapproval even. Her expression was deeply remorseful. He realized she might have seen herself for a moment.
“Snuggles… I am proud of you. Constantly. But magic is not a skill that you should work on in secret. You could hurt yourself or someone else! Magic brings people together, even if you learn independently, son.”
Snuggles knew the glint of fear in his mother’s eye when she felt a flame’s heat near her. He listened, knowing it was wrong to spy, when she confided to Pantomime. He didn’t want to give her cause to be concerned about him. He didn’t want her to worry like she did about Duck…
“I’m sorry. I… I’ll be more careful.”
Pistachio’s gaze softened and she tilted her head. “I’m excited you’re interested in magic, Snuggy Wuggy.”
Snuggles looked up with a shot, blushing. “Hey—“
“When I’m done in the garden… can I give you some pointers? It can be scary to work on magic when you get hurt, but if you’re willing to jump back on the slunk!”
Snuggles watched his mother for a few moments, expecting her smile to turn into a mocking laugh. But it didn’t. Snuggles smiled. After a deep inhale, he said, “Thank you, Mom. I think that sounds great, actually.”

Description

snuggles tries to use Conjure Fire but gets oopsy poopsies

Snuggles' Fire

Conjure Fire 1/1

758 words

11 / 4126

Conjure fire… it had to be simple enough.
Snuggles read up on the books Pistachio kept for her independent research on magic. Most of it was dry, it was hard to get through. But he believed he understood the gist. Breath, energy, concentration.
He was outside, it was safe in case Fusarium or Rata or Ata or Amoeba came running through. He heard Pistachio working in her garden. He faced away from her. it would be a silent spell. It shouldn’t ruin the surprise.
He watched his paw, extended away from his face, his ears behind him. He furrowed his brow and inhaled deeply. He was so excited to get through these spells to get to the more interesting branches of magic. He was excited to try out divination. It was the closest he could get to asking the Depths directly. His cheeks warmed as he made effort as his glands began to glow. Maybe his mom could help him metamorphose! Sorrow was scary… but maybe he’d let Pistachio come back to help him train. Maybe he could — a spark!
A warm feeling surged through his chest to his arm to his —
He produced a flame. He watched it for a moment, feeling a bit of pride. Warm… warmth turned to a hiss of pain. PAIN! The flame wasn’t above his paw, it was on his wing! On his fur!
He yelped, he attempted to drop it, like a potato off the stove, he swung his arm and he hissed and he began swinging his arm wildly. It grew! IT HURT!
“MOM!” he cried out.
He barely finished his sentence. Stinging pain was replaced with the alarm of lukewarm water drenching his body. His fur fell in clumps that bothered him as he felt the water drip down to his skin. He shuttered, opening his mouth to complain about one sensory nightmare to the next, but he couldn’t utter words. He sighed loudly, remorsefully.
His arm was seized by his mother; Pistachio held his wing out with one paw and with the other paw, she used the water she drew from the now-dead grass to heal his wing with Healing Spring. Pain was rapidly relieved as she gently cast her magic.
He opened his mouth but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were fixed on the area of the wound and she spoke before he could.
“What happened?”
Her gentle urgency was well meaning, of course. But Snuggles felt his anxiety rise. He grit his teeth as he felt Pistachio’s eyes examine his face as best they could.
“I… I was practicing.”
“Practicing fire magic? Snuggles! You’re covered in fur, you— you’re… you’re okay.”
She sighed heavily as she removed her paw - and the water - from his wound, which no longer existed. Her eyes turned black again. She closed them and inhaled before speaking again.
“Snuggles, please have a partner when you practice magic. You know I’d be more than happy to teach you! Why… why were you hiding this?”
“I wanted to surprise you… I thought if I could teach myself magic, even the basics… — like you did! — you’d be proud of me.” Snuggles felt the area of his afflicted wing. It appeared unscathed. He sheepishly made eye contact with his mother. He awaited some sort of scolding. Disapproval even. Her expression was deeply remorseful. He realized she might have seen herself for a moment.
“Snuggles… I am proud of you. Constantly. But magic is not a skill that you should work on in secret. You could hurt yourself or someone else! Magic brings people together, even if you learn independently, son.”
Snuggles knew the glint of fear in his mother’s eye when she felt a flame’s heat near her. He listened, knowing it was wrong to spy, when she confided to Pantomime. He didn’t want to give her cause to be concerned about him. He didn’t want her to worry like she did about Duck…
“I’m sorry. I… I’ll be more careful.”
Pistachio’s gaze softened and she tilted her head. “I’m excited you’re interested in magic, Snuggy Wuggy.”
Snuggles looked up with a shot, blushing. “Hey—“
“When I’m done in the garden… can I give you some pointers? It can be scary to work on magic when you get hurt, but if you’re willing to jump back on the slunk!”
Snuggles watched his mother for a few moments, expecting her smile to turn into a mocking laugh. But it didn’t. Snuggles smiled. After a deep inhale, he said, “Thank you, Mom. I think that sounds great, actually.”