Chaos Fire: Aktamun & Galadari
"Sorry," Aktamun said, rubbing the back of his head. "Nervous," he added, always a little too honest, a little too frank. He had never been part of a social pecking order like high school - someone had compared him earlier to Cady Heron of Mean Girls - but he realized that someone like Galad, who was like, St. M's royalty, talking to a Standard was a big deal. Right?
Aktamun blinked and then turned around, his eyes wide. Crap. First, he tried controling his magic by waving his hands at them, but it onnly fanned the flames, so to speak.
Stop, he thought. Focus. Remember your training.
Fire was like chaos. Hard to control if you wanted to squash it, but easier to ride if you let it rage on. With his eyes shut, he spread his arms. Control. He could see the eagle rising above the flames, finally burning red-hot, as it spread its wings. And then, released from the burning heat of the fire, the bird started fizzling out, dissipating into the air.
Aktamun was panting when he opened his eyes again, sweat forming on his brow, as the sounds of the party returned to him. He blinked, trying to focus his eye sight back in one vision.