He slightly backed away as she lit the fire with her magic.  Where he grew up, people hated magic.  It seemed the hatred was worldwide for the malignant, though he since has moved along from those types of people.  Dalious was just a young man when he left to the sea.  Being raised in an orphanage, he never knew his parents.  He was always getting into trouble, and when he found out he would be sent to join the empire in its wars, he fled to the fishman ships and snuck aboard.  Not because he was afraid or a coward, but because he had a longing to see the world.  He quickly joined a rag tag bunch of pirates, none of which cared about magic.  In combat, magic they would consider cheating.  Other than that, they never understood why the empire would burn innocent people of suspect.  The pirates left Dalious with few cares to be had, and he found himself a bit mesmerized by it.  The stream of fire just flowed from her hand like it was nothing.  Jealousy started to kick in.

"Pleasure, Sybil," he said with a nod.  She was a young girl, but she had a dangerous gift.  He wondered if she fully understood it all.  "Dalious Durendail, furthest pirate from the sea.  That's quite the gift you have, making flames just like that."  He snapped his fingers.  "The empire won't stop hunting you down, which means it was very wonderful to meet you and all, but I have to go."

He had plans for himself.  He felt justified in saving the girl in the first place, and he knew hanging around her would only bring him a load of trouble.  He rather liked to cause trouble, while avoiding it at the same time.  

The day's sun could not be seen but barely overhead.  The trees above them were so thick and high, it left their surroundings shaded and made it impossible to tell the direction they had been travelling, save for the footprints and horseshoes.

"I suggest you keep those powers to yourself, little miss," he continued.  "Less you want to be hung for real, next time.  Stick to kitchens, blend in.  I'm sure you'll be fine."

Dalious nodded assuredly, then prepared the horse for travel, assuming the horse was rightfully his now in the first place.  He hopped on the horse and turned it for the ready.  

"Farewell!"

The horse kicked back, hard.  Dalious quickly went flying to the dirt face first, a loud thud echoing through the trees and beyond as he made impact.  

"The blooming hell!" he spat as he got up, the horse trotted away from him and toward Sybil.  "On second thought, I'll travel with you until we find a town.  How about that?"  He offered a smile, though his face was still covered in dirt and weed.