Matilda looks at the part of his patchily refilled magic container that is supposed to govern firebreathing. It seems reasonably simple. She fills it with ialdae, and reminds the magic of its job, which is giving Virac the ability to breathe diamondy fire.
"For the colour group thing, I might want to see someone else from the right colour group so I know for sure exactly what goes there," she says. "Jensal, can you find someone who can come and sit with us? It shouldn't take much more than a degree."
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Matilda looks at the part of his patchily refilled magic container that is supposed to govern firebreathing. It seems reasonably simple. She fills it with ialdae, and reminds the magic of its job, which is giving Virac the ability to breathe diamondy fire.
"For the colour group thing, I might want to see someone else from the right colour group so I know for sure exactly what goes there," she says. "Jensal, can you find someone who can come and sit with us? It shouldn't take much more than a degree."