Reign was determined to practice his Magic.

He had faltered - badly - in front of Pride and Envy, but not through his Magic. Through... well, he didn't know what had happened. His best guess was that the blow to his head had rattled loose some sense.

The Cheetah had decided to practice in Polaris - the Magic in the air, there, was strong, and so he hoped that it would allow him a little extra 'oomph'.

As he walked, attempting to find a place that would serve well for his stronger Magics, he cast Static, his fur standing on end. There was no harm in warming up, was there?

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.