Spilled drinks

[Nox]

Nox pulled out his wallet and sent Dorian a text.

- Aria was safe on the lam now. Dealing with bodies.

And then he looked at the latest Atharim news. A filter Sage had set up to flag any information he might need to know. There was a registration or you become a terrorist. Fuck!

Without thinking Nox wove a block of air and sat down on it. And read the press release over and over again. What the fuck. Channeling registration now Atharim. Nox flipped over to the site and added his name. Fuck if he wasn't screwed - might as well put jail back on the plate.

The fire was hot and Nox wove a third weave around him to cool the air. That second weave had been harder than the fire one he was holding, but adding the third only made things more difficult. It was like working out. The strain made his brow sweat despite the colder air around him.

It was difficult but he sat and waited. He pulled his legs up under him and wondered how many people were looking, he was grateful for the area and if the sirens ever sounded near by he'd hear them long before they got close and he could let it all go. Put the fire out and then disappear.