"How?" she asked, her eyes widening as she turned around to see the ball of fire now the size of a fist.
"Oh, I thought you were busy," he said with a shrug. "So I decided to practice on my own."
"But I only turned my back for a few minutes," she stammered.
"Maybe I'm just really connected to the fire?" he said with a raised eyebrow, a hint of confusion crossing his face as he tilted his head, still not understanding why she was so surprised.
"Forget it. Just keep going. Repetition is a good way to get familiar with it," she instructed.
He followed her words, focusing on his training. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes stretched into hours.
Before long, the ball of fire had grown to the size of two basketballs.
