Kai still gave Naia a few things to try regarding fire magic, simple ignition runes, control exercises involving candles, and a technique he'd once seen a travelling pyromancer use to cup flame like a bird in their palms.
Fire, in theory, would react the least to her gravity magic, less structured than earth, less delicate than wind, and more temperamental than water. It burned or it didn't, lived or died. No nuance. Just heat and hunger. Kai hoped that the rawness of it might bypass whatever interference her innate gravity field produced.
Still, he wasn't particularly hopeful.
