I've never tried. [ Sypha admits, putting down the kettle, outstretching a hand and focusing. Nothing, not at first. She frowns, trying to visualise lightning. ]
It's air striking other air. Like a flint and steel.
[ Trevor's explanation isn't the most scientifically robust, but it's enough. Wind, Sypha can do. Fire, she understands. She can use that as a starting point, and soon enough sparks of lightning dance in her hand. Trevor is grinning again, proud of her. ]
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It's air striking other air. Like a flint and steel.
[ Trevor's explanation isn't the most scientifically robust, but it's enough. Wind, Sypha can do. Fire, she understands. She can use that as a starting point, and soon enough sparks of lightning dance in her hand. Trevor is grinning again, proud of her. ]
What is your plan? Will this work?