Renasci had been wandering, walking from cave to cave after meeting a new acquaintance here or there. One could talk, the rest Lessers and birds.

In any case, this left them bored and irritated. They could feel the energy of the room sinking into their feathers, and their magic flickering in their chest as they linger more and more on some idea's they've had for a few months. They decide this is a good place as any- shining, a river for water in case they get thirsty, hopefully some fish for food, and sheer walls for bouncing light and themselves off as they practice.

Tucking their assorted belonging away, they take a deep breath and take to the air, launching with a jump and a shove of their wings before inhaling and sending their magic out in a torrent of heat and light- tinged blue as they fuel the fire with their magic.

"When I speak"
When I think

They others would probably come across Renasci gagging a bit- coughing up some flaming phlegm and thumping their chest from higher in the air, they stop when first Sakhira and then Samael approach, and ask questions.

The harpy is remaining mid-air, massive wingspan moving in a figure eight as they struggle to hover and analyze the newcomers.

Cat-but-bird... and tiny... something. Fairy it says?

"Wh- who are you? I am Renasci, I need no label, I'm the only one like m-me!" They declare. They seem nervous, and they're eyeing the other two with arms angled and talon-tipped hands tensed.

To make themselves feel better, they fluff up the feathers across their brow, their crest and along their arms and spine.

I dunno if this actually makes them more intimidating or just more huggable-looking, but that's what they do.

"My magic is... it changes, and adds on to itself if I push it. As fire should. What can you do?"


"When I speak"
When I think

The cat-but-bird, Sakhira... can move earth, and the fairy... Samael. can see inside others with theirs. Thats interesting.

Flattening their feathers, they think for a moment. The broken pebbles are neat, but...

"Have... have you tried bigger stuff, Sakhira? Like palm stones? Letting their wings go slack and trail upwards, the harpy falls and lands with an audible and rough THUD a number of paces away from the pair on the riverbank. "I can take stones and use them to break each other, maybe that might help you b-break them?" They clear their throat, shaking themselves out. Pupils drawn to slits, they're trying very carefully to smush their anxiety over new people down behind their curiosity and competitive streak.

Besides.

They were asked to demonstrate.

Rolling their shoulders, they cough. "Just... make sure you're not in front of me when I use mine. Fire burns, no matter what I intend." With that, they take a long, measured inhale of the air, hold it for a moment, and project the air in a stream before them- and they can feel the heat build in their lungs, curl up their throat and funnel from their mouth, the intensity of it making the air waver and twist like the reflections of water in front of the small group, the heat intense but fading quickly as Renasci's breath ends.

"When I speak"
When I think

Wondering faintly, What can Samael actually do- though seeing inside someone is. Neat I suppose. "Sometimes subtle is more useful," They shrug, and go to stick their hands into a nearby hollow behind a stone. They pull out what seems to be a bundle of knots and rope, with some sticks and stones, and what looks like a splintered piece of their gemstone in it, and, after a few moments, they withdraw a crude hand axe.

"I split this rock with another rock," as they gesture with it at the shattered pebbles at Sakhira's paws. It's been... a while since they've seen another cat, and the chasm of their cycles of isolation yawns before them, anxiety wondering if they actually remember the dexterity of cats or if it's just a figment of their- NOPE! A visible shake of their head, and a flick of ears like trying to drive off a fly. "Maybe this as an example? Of how to focus I mean. You'd smash your claws less using this if you tried."

Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, they jog back to the bundle and pull out a leaf, coughing a few times and spitting into the center of it. "The heat in my breath I use to burn food to make it safe, can melt metal if I focus, I heat stones for sleeping and water for cleaning, and dry leaves like this one." They wave the bundle.

"This fire magic is a bit more..." They mime an explosion with their hand, feathers flaring for emphasis. "Direct flame is hard. Wanna see this one?" And they wiggle the bundle again.

"When I speak"
When I think