tiger

It was the Saturday after my fateful meeting with the Ambassador and her group, and I was sitting in the back room of my place talking with the Archmage about what he termed was magic over some iced tea. "There are several different forms of magic. The traditional illusions you see up on stage is merely prestidigitation, or just plain misdirection. Not really magic. What you would normally call magic from, oh, D&D or any number of other fantasy games is manipulation of the laws of probability and simple energy channeling. However, this comes at a price. Nothing, magic least of all, is free. All mages have quirks. Any mage that says otherwise is lying, or has not used magic enough to discover it. Knowing what your quirk is, and taking steps to minimize it's impact, is paramount. My quirk, for example."

He took out a lighter, and flicked it on. It lit easily. Handing the lighter to me, he told me to light it. Around him and for about ten feet around him, it didn't light at all. "Now, this is just fire for the sake of decoration, or for the sake of fire. for some reason, cooking fires are not affected, nor are any fires that I personally make. It's a quirk. If you are extremely lucky, you will discover what your quirk is before it discovers you."