It can't be that hard. I mean, I was able to heal myself and Cuddles and even the guys. Making fire should be easy, right?
I reached into the well of magic and drew forth just the tiniest bit. In my mind, I was reshaping it and turning it into something hot enough to make a spark.
Concentrating that energy at the tip of my finger, I imagined building a warm flame. In my head, I could see the flicker and I tried to feel the lick of the fire on my skin.
I opened my eyes expecting something to happen.
Nothing.
Not even a change in the temperature. I stared at my hand, confusioned.
"This worked with the healing." I said.
I continued to try and practice fire magic and each time I thought something was happening, the moment I opened my eyes, there was no fire.
"What am I doing wrong?" I whined. I put my hand on my belly and rubbed. The little one kicked me as if trying to reassure me that I could do this.
"Is everything alright?" Ocello called out from the door.
