He carefully sets the book beside him on the bench, lest he get it wet with what he is about to attempt to do. Holding his hands before him, palms facing each other, he begins to cast blizzard. Ice crystals coalesce in his hands, and the air definitely grows a little bit cooler around him. Without a staff, though, the spell seems a little unstable - like it might shatter any moment. (It doesn't help that this is only his second time casting it, and all forms of water magic still feel strange to him. Fire, Lightning - not quite so second-nature as wind but still they feel more familiar than blizzard and water.)
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He carefully sets the book beside him on the bench, lest he get it wet with what he is about to attempt to do. Holding his hands before him, palms facing each other, he begins to cast blizzard. Ice crystals coalesce in his hands, and the air definitely grows a little bit cooler around him. Without a staff, though, the spell seems a little unstable - like it might shatter any moment. (It doesn't help that this is only his second time casting it, and all forms of water magic still feel strange to him. Fire, Lightning - not quite so second-nature as wind but still they feel more familiar than blizzard and water.)