this one might lash out without thought of consequences. It was already uncomfortably hot in our joint prison,
and my extremities were vibrating with increased energy. If I was forced to expand into steam I wasn’t sure I’d
be able to keep enough distance between myself and my fiery companion to prevent the unthinkable.
There had to be a way out of here. Keeping half my attention on the angry swirl of flames prowling the
circle at ground level, I quested out with my senses, seeking the water I could feel so tantalizingly close by.
There! A tumbling, quick-running river, not more than a few feet away. I placed the building: an old
hydro-electric power station. Whatever the reason it had been moth-balled, the river that once supplied its power
still flowed past undisturbed.
I poked at the spells containing us, and a sense of calm spread through me. The magician had made his
first mistake. When the bottle shattered, so too had the binding spells that blocked my powers. Oh sure, we were
still enclosed in the warded circle, unable to escape. But I was no longer helpless.
Failing to recognise his miscalculation he stood there watching, hoping that my fiery friend and I would
do what—touch each other? Mate with each other? Did he think he was going to create a new breed of
Queasiness roiled where my stomach would have been had I been in human form. The possibilities were
too horrifying, not to mention bizarre, to contemplate.
Returning to the matter at hand, I reached out and gathered together a few stray water droplets. Stretching
further, outside the building and on the banks of the dark river that bounced and bubbled over a small waterfall
nearby, I drew moisture to moisture, forming a puddle on one of the flat slabs of black rock. Spray doused my
puddle, aiding its growth, peaty dark water on dark stone. The puddle became a pool, and—