Jagged Fire

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Katrina hissed rapidly to the small dragon perched on her shoulder. Her hisses changed pich and frequency often. The black dragon had a lightning-like sheen laying over it, one that made it untouchable to all but lightning powers.

The dragon(who, by the way, is called Nuria, meaning God's Fire) answered in the same hissing way. Katrina slashed her hand down from the air, bringing it down in front of her. A spark grew, and lenghtened to a small bolt. she stared at it, her hand face glowing from the lighnning, and selected a target. pointing at the target, the lightning struch several inches off. Nuria hissed softly at her.

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Katrina went down onto her haunches, thinking. She was thinking of something she had wanted to try, ever since she found out how to turn those sparks she sprouted into lightning. She concentrated hard on her left hand, pulling lightning into it. She took her right hand and began to pull at bits of it, shaping it, willing it to keep the shape she gave it. It was hard work, draining her energy in an eye-blink. Branches and leaves became evident on her shape, and Nuria perched on her lightning tree. Katrina let the shape go, falling foward onto her hands, breathing heavily. Nuria whistled an inquiry.