[He's ready. He has a single scroll in his right hand, and in the left, the source of the fire. Carefully, slowly, Waver touches the paper to it.
Within seconds, the paper is ablaze, crinkling into a black shard and then nothing at all. As the page curls inward on itself, a sudden small rain cloud forms overhead, right where the scroll was, and water comes down, dousing the flames themselves.]
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[He's ready. He has a single scroll in his right hand, and in the left, the source of the fire. Carefully, slowly, Waver touches the paper to it.
Within seconds, the paper is ablaze, crinkling into a black shard and then nothing at all. As the page curls inward on itself, a sudden small rain cloud forms overhead, right where the scroll was, and water comes down, dousing the flames themselves.]