wind SUCCESS

It was time to try again.

Rosaline glanced down at her gauntlet-clad arm. She recalled the steps of Ifrit's Claw, and quickly remembered that she had gotten caught on the first one. How droll.

But now, she had the winds of Boreas on her side! Her faith could take her to places unknown, and perhaps even lead the way to success.

After months of practicing with Boreas' blessing, Rosaline had finally started to get a hang of her new way of summoning wind magic. It would take a long time to get used to, and perhaps she never would, but there was no doubt that this was a step forward.

Rosaline's lips moved in a prayer to Boreas as her mind melted away all of the stress that became frequent in her life.

"Boreas, bless me with your gift, and lend me your power. Allow me to use your winds so that I may succeed."
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Peace and freedom and praise for the goddess she had given herself up to swelled within Rosaline's thoughts, permeating enough to wash anything else away. She was in her own little world, and within minutes of meditation, it had completely taken her oven.

It was time for the next step.

Rosaline called upon her mana, using these emotions, this praise, this peace and this freedom to summon the winds of Boreas. She willed them to swirl around her arm, to form a mold for Ifrit's Claw.

Boreas' gales swirled from her palm, moving upwards to surround the entirety of her arm without fail. The wind formed a mold around her arm, but there was another spot she had missed.
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The claw.

Ifrit's Claw was no simply an arm of wind and flames, it was a claw of wind and flames, a weapon in itself. Her emotions of peace and praise kept the winds present, but it was Rosaline's skills with cognitive casting that willed it to move, that molded Boreas' power around her form.

Now, she had to make it's own form. Outwards she willed the winds, moving it to expand with the end of her wrist. The claw would be large enough to strike enemies down, surely.

But her movements were hesitant. She was unsure as to how to shape it, how to mold the claw. She based this skill of off Uriel Melym -- could it truly be Ifrit's Claw if the claw was not exact?
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Rosaline then came to a realization: she could not base her success on the success of another. Uriel Melym was succesful, but she could be too, without mirroring her actions on his questionable own.

WOOSH!

The winds whipped ouwards from her wrist, twisting into conelike claws, wicked and sharp.

This would surely work as a claw.
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