Pyrrus breathed heavyily and choked on the char that remained in his throat from his latest spectacle. Well if he ever needed validation that he was a dragon surely him breathing fire would be enough. The young dragonkin cleared his throat and coughed a bit more. the scorching from his insides had wallowed but the after effects still remained, just like the embers in the sky. 

The embers floated around like a magical shower warming the already hot day. They seemed to be charged with essence most likely from using his sigil to enhance then when trying to control himself. the dancing embers were quite a spectacle and Pyrrus could tell as many onlookers looked on in awe. But of course there were more level headed about. A few complaints about the embers raining down and burning, or landing on wood and catching fire emerged from some of the crowd. Pyrrus became a bit nervous. Many of the onlookers had witnessed him do the act so if anything negative were to happen they'd clearly pin it on him. Should he just leave now, come back and sign up laterv Would he feel guilty if something was to happen?

Lucky for him some others decided to take it into their hands noticing the problem as well. One in particular took the initiative to step forward and use his sigil to enhance the air. With a fan he created a small vortex that swayed into the ambers and caused them to dance in a swirl motion. The embers flickered as the air trickled their essence. Slowly they sparked and came to rest in a concentrated area at the base of the vortex. What a sight it had been to see. Another person ended the spectacle by dousing them away in water.

Honey glazed eyes swayed over to the initiated of the wind. A young man looking to be somewhere around his age. Still a bit far away to get a close look onto. Pyrrus wondered if he should thank him, but thought it best to make a scene around himself as the starter of the fire due to the fact that there seemed to be much as much scorn as there was praise to what had just occurred. Something however was familiar about the young man who simply stepped back into his place in line. 

Pyrrus stood up and his ears perked to the conversation erupting around him. Some negative " Shows off can cause a whole problem for us all" and some positive "Wow that was amazing such power amplification turned so beautiful" Pyrrus twitched at the negatives and hurried into the crowd so no one would be able to face point him if the starter came into question. 

Stepping forward, the conversation did not cease. A specific comment caught his ears " Ahh of course Rashim would take control of the situation, One of the Lystraan's adopted mongrels would surely take "control" ". Golden eyes widened at the mention of the name. Rashim...it couldn't be.. Could it? 

Pyrrus eyes shot over to where he had seen the young man who had controlled his chaos. But from this point all he could see was the line. "I have too.." Pyrrus quickly stepped over to the line and quickly placed himself in the same one hoping to somehow cross paths with him. Pyrrus wanted to push through everyone and make his way through by force as the excitement overwhelmed him, the excitement that it would be HIM that waited in the same line as him.