#monkeystaffed01

Tral was in a small park near his apartment in the Golden Ward. There was a very specific reason for this. He’d almost burned down his apartment a few days ago and now his roommates would no longer allow him to practice magic inside. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of the injustice of it. Sure he caught a curtain on fire but it was put out very quickly and, surely they knew it wasn’t intentional. He did explain he was trying to cast TMPR, not FIRE, but to no avail. 

Perhaps a level 2 spell was just too much right now. He knew he’d been told he only would have access to FIRE right now but figured with enough practice he could relearn to cast his old spells. All of his forms and incantations were correct, however, and the wrong spell came out. Maybe if he tried casting SLEP, another level 1 spell, he’d have better luck. 

To be safe he was going to cast in on a rock in case another FIRE spell came out. His current FIRE spell didn’t have enough power to harm a rock. It couldn’t even properly burn down a curtain. SLEP was an easy spell. He carefully went through the forms and cast the spell. 

Right at the release of his spell a young person walked near the rock. Sure enough the rock absorbed the spell with minimal damage but the sudden pyrotechnics had probably startled the innocent by-standard.