Improper use of magic
AFK Journey - Merlin & Soren
A/N: This is something I've been wanting to write ever since I played the Song of Strife season. Soren is such a cutie and I miss him a lot.
That's pretty much it, lol, just a silly lil story to feed my own cravings
Summary: Never doubt a mage's skills, especially if said mage is the Magister Merlin.
Word count: 1277 words
Merlin kneeled and placed a couple more branches on top of the pile, making sure there was some organization in them and it was not just a scattered mess of wood. There, it should be good enough for the night.
The magister was about to get back on his feet when a firm, strong paw closed around his shoulder. Merlin looked up, meeting Soren’s gaze. “Here, you’ll need this,” Soren muttered, offering the man two rocks to start the fire.
Merlin smiled, shaking his head. “Thank you, but I don’t think so,” he turned back to the pile of wood. With a single snap of his fingers, a spark jumped from the tip of his digit, falling right on top of the branches and, soon enough, a fire began to crack. Merlin nodded proudly, but could feel Soren lighten up his grip before turning away and leaving.