[ He pulls his focus into setting up. It's what he knows, burned into his very being; he goes about it methodically, gathering supplies, making use of the snow, eventually patching up a shelter that'll weather a storm for the night. ]
Mm-hm. We call them Signs. Small spells.
[ Practical spells. Point in case: where it's too damn wet for fire, Igni lets him do something others cannot: he heats a pile of rocks in the center until warm steam fills the air around them. It isn't a crackling flame, but it keeps the chill out. The stones will hold the heat for awhile.
Good enough. He leans his head back against the icy wall. Breathes out. The ache of the fight is beginning to settle into his bones. ]
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Mm-hm. We call them Signs. Small spells.
[ Practical spells. Point in case: where it's too damn wet for fire, Igni lets him do something others cannot: he heats a pile of rocks in the center until warm steam fills the air around them. It isn't a crackling flame, but it keeps the chill out. The stones will hold the heat for awhile.
Good enough. He leans his head back against the icy wall. Breathes out. The ache of the fight is beginning to settle into his bones. ]
You? No part-demon spells?