Learn the Burn(Clockwise)

The sun had just begun to rise on the sports field as Travis stood in the center of the sports field. He had gotten up earlier and went on a jog which turned into a flight around the campus in his chimera form. He now stood with a book on pyromancy ready to practice. He opted to take the book with him when he'd left home to come to the academy. Of course, his dream would just be to find some old sagey guy who could teach him ultra secret fire arts. He had doubts on something like that actually happening but there was probably someone in the staff he could ask at some point.

Fire breaths are easy when you're not in a human form. He channeled the natural energy into his hands, causing them to ignite. It felt good being able to channel the energy like this. "Alright, fireballs," he said to himself forcefully shaping the flame into crude unstable spheres. He tossed them into the air and watched in disappointment as they fizzled out. "Well that sucked," he frowned and tried repeating the process. One day I'll be able to summon meteors from the sky, he'd distracted himself to the point that his jacket actually ignited. "Crap!" Travis quickly threw off the jacket, stamping out the flames when he found himself launching himself into the air with a stream of fire, incinerating the jacket in the process. The young chimera landed flat on his back hard. Maybe it was time to enlist some help.

@"Clockwise Dream"

Travis sat up, a little dazed and a little confused. The only thing that he knew for sure was his fire was going to take a while to figure out. How did ancient people learn this stuff before there were masters? He felt a hand land on his shoulder and then a voice inquiring his condition. "I think the only thing that's hurting is my pride, sir," Travis answered turning to the person he assumed to be a faculty member.

It didn't seem like he was going to get into trouble, but he figured an explanation was warranted. The groundskeeper was probably going to hate him for the scorch marks left on the field. At least he didn't set the field ablaze. He prayed this guy wasn't the groundskeeper. "You see, I was trying to improve my pyromancy," he started, "It's not exactly going well, as you can see."

Travis stood and took his scolding with no complaints or response. The man was genuinely concerned for his safety, he could tell that much. His mother would have checked to see if he was alright then laughed at him for messing up so badly. Honestly, the scolding was kind of nice. The only thing he could bring himself to utter was, "Um I'm sorry."

When asked what he was doing he had to think. He was trying to make fireballs. Something he sort understood, but something was destabilizing his mana flow. Probably the fact that he was a chimera had something to do with that, but it may also be a lack of discipline. "Well, I was attempting fireballs, but it's not exactly working out," he began his explanation. He had a feeling this teacher would understand. "I'm a chimera so breathing fire in my other form is natural, he went and picked up the book his mother had sent with him when he left, "The witch part in me kicked in a few months ago so I really don't have any skill with actual fire magic."

((Yeah that works fine I kinda need him to er suck with fire initially and just kinda progress))

"Oh this?" he looked down at the book and frowned. His mother probably thought it would be a nice joke. Now that he thought about it, everything in there was pretty advanced. "My wicked witch of a mother sent this with me to help me practice," he explained, handing the book over to the teacher. She'd hear get a mouthful about it later. "She's not exactly a traditional mother," he added as he recalled the day she taught him how to fly in his chimera form.

"But to answer your question, no," he sighed. The words "thanks Mom" floated in the back of his head. He had a feeling this teacher just happened to be the kind of instructor he was looking for. "My name's Travis King, I take it you teach people how to control their more wild abilities?"

"Well yeah, there are definitely better mothers. I think she just tried showing me the way she learned," Defending his mother wasn't something he generally took to doing, but it seemed like an appropriate thing to do. They were essentially all they had. They were outcasts within their community and most witches would keep their distance from his mother. There was the matter of her making her own son into a chimera.

"But seriously, thank you. I was worried I'd be stuck with that book until classes started up," he smiled slightly. Now at least he could get some supervision and constructive criticism. He'd pick up his mother's book after he's truly mastered the basics. "So what's first on the list?"