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Okay, Atton didn't expect his powers returning to be quite so explosive.
One moment, he was straining very hard to lift a twig off the ground with his mind, and then rather abruptly there were very bright flames licking around his feet and spreading outwards across the snow. The skies darkened, the wind picked up into a gale, and for the next three minutes or so, Atton wasn't entirely sure what was going on.
Now, five minutes or so later, he's sat with his back against a tree, eyes closed, visibly shaken by the random loss of control, and once more unable to lift that twig more than a few inches off the ground. His clothes aren't exactly in great condition either - They haven't burnt away, thankfully, but they're rather singed and a lot more ragged than usual.
One moment, he was straining very hard to lift a twig off the ground with his mind, and then rather abruptly there were very bright flames licking around his feet and spreading outwards across the snow. The skies darkened, the wind picked up into a gale, and for the next three minutes or so, Atton wasn't entirely sure what was going on.
Now, five minutes or so later, he's sat with his back against a tree, eyes closed, visibly shaken by the random loss of control, and once more unable to lift that twig more than a few inches off the ground. His clothes aren't exactly in great condition either - They haven't burnt away, thankfully, but they're rather singed and a lot more ragged than usual.
