[Estinien jolts in his seat, leaning sharply to the side so that the turnip mostly just skims across his hair, knocking his white hair askew. The fire in his hand flares for a moment, as if it may erupt like it's been met with fuel - when Estinien loses focus, his fire doesn't fade, it combusts.
Thankfully he manages to hold it in, neither letting the fire blaze out of control nor extinguish. He braces himself and growls softly.]
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Thankfully he manages to hold it in, neither letting the fire blaze out of control nor extinguish. He braces himself and growls softly.]
Himeka.