"Are you sure this one is the right fit for fire?" He asked as she stirred her hand over the pot. "Yes, I'm sure." She answered. "You always question me when I choose the elements, Iridescence. You've been doing it for millions of years, it's getting old." She rolled her eyes, dipping her hand in the solution in the pot.

She moved her hand in a circle a few times, whispering an incantation. She removed her hand. "It's done." She smiled.