[Okay so maybe her eyebrows lifted a bit at being told to shut up, but other than that she sits perfectly still and listens to Faye instruct her. The bowl is easy to picture: large, and just slightly ornate enough not to be used for soup or serving punch at a party.
The paper is slightly more difficult but only because she hadn't gotten a good look at it before she'd been told to close her eyes. They had bonfires somewhere, she thinks. Somewhere familiar - maybe where she's from? That's the image she holds in her mind, even as her temples begin to throb with a memory that she can't tug out of her mind. The flames in her mind lick at a pitch black sky, twirling upward like silk ribbons, and the memory of sooty campfires sticks in her nose soon after. Diana feels it then, the same warm sureness that had come over her in the hallway, like a beam of sunlight shining directly upon her.]
Burn bright. [She's not sure why, but the same words Faye used that afternoon stick in her mind, like complimentary puzzle pieces. They're right (spellcraft 16).] Ignite.
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The paper is slightly more difficult but only because she hadn't gotten a good look at it before she'd been told to close her eyes. They had bonfires somewhere, she thinks. Somewhere familiar - maybe where she's from? That's the image she holds in her mind, even as her temples begin to throb with a memory that she can't tug out of her mind. The flames in her mind lick at a pitch black sky, twirling upward like silk ribbons, and the memory of sooty campfires sticks in her nose soon after. Diana feels it then, the same warm sureness that had come over her in the hallway, like a beam of sunlight shining directly upon her.]
Burn bright. [She's not sure why, but the same words Faye used that afternoon stick in her mind, like complimentary puzzle pieces. They're right (spellcraft 16).] Ignite.