[There's something in her voice, a hint of confidence. Almost arrogance, perhaps. Fire she could do. Fire was her plaything, as much as she was made of it. The cold blue light around the scroll shifted to something hotter, orange, banishing the shadows. It was a small thing compared to her true power, but she wasn't going to transform in front of a stranger unless it was necessary.]
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[There's something in her voice, a hint of confidence. Almost arrogance, perhaps. Fire she could do. Fire was her plaything, as much as she was made of it. The cold blue light around the scroll shifted to something hotter, orange, banishing the shadows. It was a small thing compared to her true power, but she wasn't going to transform in front of a stranger unless it was necessary.]
I'm capable. What do you think it is?