spit fire in here again. We've only been living here for two weeks, in case you've forgotten. And by the way, you almost didn't survive the last time. "
And this time there is no Ronga that I can take you to if necessary so that it heals the burns, I thought further.
I had a fit of anger in here that had consequences. The living room had briefly turned into a flaming inferno that Rick had tried unsuccessfully to contain. The price for it had been high. Not only that I had roasted him, no, we also had to stay with him and my mood was bad enough without Nicholas Gary Mischu.
To my horror, Rick was completely unimpressed by my warning. "We can't use a fire like that," he told me."I couldn't control it and it would leave traces. Spell or not: You would have a burned bed and the neighbors would notice the smoke.
"You can't control mine either," I snapped back. "I will be careful not to risk that again."
But he did not give up. "That was different. You had no idea of ​​your powers and they just burst out of you. But now ... you surely have learned something from ... him in the one hour?"
Again he avoided Ronga's name. I got over it before it could stab me. "I still won't be choking around here," I continued to deny. My decision was made and my roommate wouldn't change my mind.
"What color is your second fire?" Rick asked suddenly.
"What?"
He was not deterred. "Your second fire. What color is it?" His arm snapped up and he made a complicated movement with his hand that, in retrospect, should have seemed suspicious to me."Green," I replied, completely perplexed, but like a shot from the gun, even before I even remembered my first and last lesson with Ronga, in which he showed me. Rick thanked me by attacking me with a spear.