Ignis kicks a stone along the path, watching it skitter away. A few Yuen playing nearby glance up. Their faces darken when they see him. Typical. Ignis glares. He lifts a hand and conjures flame. The Yuen scurry away. Ignis watches them go, then extinguishes his fire. He flexes his fingers, feeling the echo of that burning pain.
It’s one thing Dja says never to let others see. The fire that Vulkan and Ignis conjure doesn’t blister or blacken their flesh, but it still hurts. Every time Ignis pulls flames from within himself, it feels as if he’s burning. Sometimes, it hurts so much he’s afraid to look at his hands afterwards, convinced he’ll see the skin puckered and glistening.
But there’s never even a mark.
Ignis shoves his hands in his pockets and trudges down the path, away from Maxe
