The girl’s hostility has melted away. She brings her little body to stand parallel with the sabino stallion and together they watch the destruction. Just a taste. To an onlooker, they would make an odd pair, big and small, heavy and sleek. But both are dark and still.
The flames are gone now and his red eye turns on her. She gives him her name and her face changes under the influence of a little grin. She wants to see more. She was very trusting of such a grim stranger, he couldn’t keep from wondering where she came from. If she had of been a mare, colt, or stallion he already would have moved away from her and been on the other side of the clearing glowering. But her young age, his uncharacteristic loneliness of the morning, and her unusual magic created the right conditions for Levi’s curiosity to grow.
He turns his pale face forward again, standing squarely, his weigh equally divided between four powerful legs. Serval tendrils of flame rise from the earth and meet in the air in front of him. The draw together, twisting into an orb. He is always coming back to this shape he realizes. It’s a natural shape for fire... the shape of the sun.
He suspects she wants a show, but controlling his flames while focusing on someone else is something he hasn’t been able to practice during his time alone. He leaves the skull-sized orb slowly rotating a few feet above the debris and returns his gaze to Kolera. The sphere does not waver.
“What have you learned of your gift so far?” Levi likes open ended questions. It’s better for others to do most of the talking. When they speak, he learns about them and about others. His mind drifts to the orb but his eyes do not. The sphere is a simple form so he decides to complicate it while he mulls over her response. His creation is the brilliant orange color of a medium heat flame. It surges and in the center of it another, smaller, sphere materializes. This smaller shape is white hot and dense. Raging quietly inside the larger orb. The two stay where they have been placed - the lager rotating on an axis, the smaller roiling inside the larger seeking to break free.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.