Magicka was a fickle thing in Canis, difficult to grasp at and even more difficult to control at times. Apparently, when it was in short supply, it was that much more active and prone to escaping between your teeth. Magicka in Polaris, however, was in plentiful supply that far exceeded any kind of demand Gembound could hope to put up.
Enter Aure, looking to do a bit of practice and get a better grip on his more powerful forms of magic. Despite all of the warnings of borderline uncontrollable casts and dangerous backfiring, the wyvern pressed on, swooping low to the ground and alighting at last, barely fifty meters from the Spire. Even from here, he could feel its chaotic push and pull on him; it beckoned him closer, yet warned him with whips of pure energy sparking between smaller crystals at the base. If bright eyes were turned away, at least, he could ignore it and his morbid curiosity (
First, an arcane flame; it was blue like the majority of the life-filled Core, pulsing warmly despite its cool tones. Aure sat and simply watched it, casting it about a few directions but allowing it to do as it pleased.
@Viola