"Fiiiiireball–!"
This time as Everett attempted to use the element of fire, Julius had joined them outside to watch after practicing some sword swings. Of course, Julius didn't have anything to add, only instead trying to hold back laughter at the result: a tiny ember "poofed" out from in front of Everett's finger.
"One-out-of-ten," Emilio judged.
"Maybe next time?" Celly tried to assure.
That was the first and last day that Everett tried to learn magecraft while Julius was around–a totally immature, nuisance of a man at times of needed concentration. Still, it didn't mean Everett gave up.
If there was one trait that Everett possessed, greater than his tough body, it was his unbreakable determination. Emilio connected with that, wanting to help his friend follow through with his own motivations if he could.
