Ahhhh. That had been a little too quick, hadn't it-?

Pride dipped his head. "Of course; my apologies. I'll do just that." He turned, seeking out the rock again with eyes and magic; and this time, when he lifted it, it was slow and careful. Rather than throw it, he began to turn it in very slow, lazy arcs; gradual and sweeping shapes through the air. "Strike at it when you feel ready," he assured Ember--there was no rush in it now.

Pride flicked his tail, head lifting. "Well done!" he praised, but kept his voice quiet. "That was a good hit. We can try again, if you like-?" he offered, turning with a clatter of hooves to reach for the rock, again. "Or we can do something else, if you prefer?"

He turned back to Ember, levitating the rock into the air for him, but his expression was questioning rather than expectant. If the kid wanted to try more of this, to practice, that was good--"It would be safe to practice until you're sure with it; this magic is strong, but dangerous is misused." But if he didn't want to, Pride wouldn't force it. He himself had learned the basics on his own. Undoubtedly Ember could, too; it was just that Pride would feel better if he were here in case something did go wrong.