Leigh experimented with her ice. Flamara’s or Zjarri now, Leigh was a little confused on that. She shook her head as her hollow ice ball melted. Anyway, Zjarri’s balls of flame, while casting some light didn’t cast enough. So Leigh was trying to incase them in ice. It wasn’t working very well.
Leigh sighed. “Fla, Zjarri Could I get a ball of flame without heat?”
Zjarri looked over at her a puzzled look on her face. “What are you trying to do?” It was Sealantus that asked.
“I’m trying to encase one of her balls in ice.” They raised eyebrows at her clearly not understanding.
“Okay, so before electricity light houses ran on a flame. That flame was encased in faceted glass, to reflect and amplify the light. I’m trying to use ice in the same manner as the glass, only it keeps melting!”
“Why?” Sealantus asked.
“Because Fire’s hot and Ice is cold, Mr. Fish Face,” Leigh laughed hands on her hips.
Zjarri smiled, “I think he meant why do you want to amplify the light of the fire.”
“I know,” she sighed, “No one ever gets my humor.” Leigh shook her head. “Anyway, while the flame is nice, it still seems too dark, especially,” her voice lowered to a whisper, “with him around.”
Leigh’s head nodded to ward the kitchen, where she swore she saw a face. If it was the same face that Corby saw, she fully understood where why the girl had been so scared.
“We can try,” Sealantus said, his arm going around Leigh, “but I’m not sure two different people’s elements can work together like that.”