She can hear the flames hiss in answer. Feel the pull of them, the burning desire to move to act to blaze to sear her touch into the world around her- The air around them has begun to shimmer. The elemental spirit skates away a few paces, a trail of flame licking the ground beneath her too-delicate feet; she whirls around, watching the mage, waiting her move.

The fire within Isidor pulses like the beat of a drum, flames rising to a roar. Elsewhere, the hunting horn sounds again.

It's time.