Red Really is a Great Colour [Open, Alex]

Micaiah nodded her head obediently but reluctantly, silently mouthing off "yeah, yeah" through a thin pout. It was the type of "yeah, yeah" a child gave to their elders when lectured, and it was definitely more than once that emotional control and patience were cited as necessary to become wise. Maujuda was infamous in his time for unnecessarily long speeches and lectures on wisdom and thought. Truly, a boomer demon.

Once the demon prepped himself with the appropriate warm-ups, alcohol and meat a must, Micaiah's pout turned into stern focus and scrutiny, ready to consume everything she saw and commit it to memory. A bit of excitement welled up in her when he stood up and brushed himself. Micaiah let out a small "hum, hum, go on good sir!" with a raise of her fist to cheer.

Micaiah's internal cheering didn't die down, but it was for just a moment that her expression which conveyed the excitement switched momentarily to disgust, and it may or may not have been at the same moment the demon turned to give a cocky grin and thumbs up. She was absolutely sure that there was no need to say anything, though; no need to interrupt him once he's in the zone.

The girl didn't take note of the heat generated into his hands until the some visual changes occurred to match, but she got a gist of what was going on. None of what he was doing so far was something Micaiah couldn't already accomplish, all the way up to the slamming of his hands onto the ground. The clang resounded, and in case there was anything special about the soundwaves, Micaiah astutely listened to the way it tanged and echo'd off into the clouds. So far, nothing seemed satisfying, almost disappointing in fact. But, when the demon dug his hand into the ground and swung up, Micaiah's hands started clapping, and her feet stamped the ground in applause.

"Brilliant! That's so, that's so, so--, Ohhh man!! That's so good! Nothing like what I've been taught, it's so intuitive and genius!"

Micaiah absolutely had to try this out for herself. She quickly jumped up to a stand and stepped away from the food to a clearer area. She closed her eyes and focused, letting the heat of the Fire King course through her abdomen, into her chest, through the arms, and ending off in her fists, similar to the procedures of the Blazing Fist. She let the heat go from her whole hands and into her palms and fingers. Once it reached a heat too hot for her to sustain painlessly, Micaiah jumped up into the air and slammed her hand onto the ground as she fell.

Micaiah let her hand settle on the ground, not quite sure exactly how long it would take for it to turn molten. She timed how long it took the demon, but she had no way of knowing exactly what temperature he was operating at. Once she felt it sufficient, Micaiah dug her fingers into the ground, softened by the heat, and chucked her hand into a safe direction. The amount was less than the demon's considering a difference in hand-size, but other than that the technique was successful, albeit rough and less refined.

There were chunks of ground as Micaiah failed to properly distribute the heat, so some portions of her handful were melted to a very runny lava, while other parts weren't melted at all. In her heart, Micaiah considered this a failure. A small pit of disappointment bloomed into a very light nausea in her stomache, but it wasn't something to make a big deal of. The girl swallowed her saliva and went through the process of soothing herself. It was only her first try, she can always practice it some more until she gets it right, things along those lines. Nevertheless, it was still embarrassing to come up short in front of someone she so haughtily bragged to. Maybe they wouldn't notice?

Micaiah shook her head and cleared her mind, a smile sitting on her face. She turned to the demon inquisitively and asked,

"So? How was that? I told you I'm a good learner, right?"