Michael
Icidro looks uneasy with that immediate answer, and holds a finger to his friend's chest, prodding him. He's not quite sure what to say, as he looks into Furo's gaze, searching him for any sort of tell.

Eventually, Icidro sighs.

"I'll teach you both. Fire, and Flare— _But if I hear of you misusing the Dragon's Fire, amigo?_ Hell to pay." Pantomiming a slit throat, Icidro laughs as he circles around to stand behind Furo, to clasp his shoulder with one hand, and to physically position his arm with the other until it's held raised, outstretched. A safe distance away from his friend's core, in case the spell explodes too early.

"What shape does the Dragon King take for you? I want you to picture it in your mind, clear as can be. Hold that image. Ask of him to lend you his breath, and gather it at the tips of your fingers— Not within your grasp, _never_ within your grasp!— But at your fingertips, so you may point it in the right direction to go."
Judith
Furo let Icidro take the lead. He was not sure how serious the man was about his threat, but Furo felt he was pretty safe. He only really aimed magic at enemies, so he was doubtful that he ould misuse such a magic.

At the question of the shape of the magic, Furo was a bit stumped. He never really imagined a spell before use. He typically molded it as be went, but mental imagery was new to him.

Since he believed it to be cascading explosions, perhaps bubbles? Popping in and out of existence quickly and repeatedly.

Thinking he had a pretty solid image, he let the magic coalesce at his finger tips before releasing it forward.

Faith that trick was as he figured it was, he let his magic, for lack of a better word, flare up and pop once it was a fair distance away.

Instead of a burst of flames as he had seen cast before, it was an explosion as if a miniature gummiship lost all integrity and came apart at the seams in a fiery display.
Michael
It was rough. Less of a true Flare, and more of a flare up in Icidro's eyes, but still edging close to correct. Eying the explosion with bated breath, Icidro hums a single note of contemplation.

"Not very... Dragon-y, is it? I can feel it here; Your Flare is dirty." He murmurs under his breath, after a good deal of silence, "But, I suppose, it will get the job done. I would have us move, until the magic dissipates."
Judith
Dirty? What did that mean? Rather, what kind of beasts were these dragons in Icidro's home world?

"Alright."

Furo was not going to debate it. Icidro was fairly particular with this spell. His interpretation of magic that devastates an area is regal in nature. Perhaps it was a cultural thing.

"I'll clean it up as I practice it."

It was pretty much what Furo thought it was, but imagination may have played a bigger part than he realized. It was definitely different from how Icidro used it. The cast was more of a delayed activation.

Furo liked that more. Seemed harder to anticipate.
Michael
Icidro nods a few times as he urges Furo away from the scene of the crime, and away from the Dragon Energy dissipating into the mountain air. It's fine. Furo's little flare wasn't strong enough to _really_ make that a problem. It'll dissipate soon— A few hours, perhaps?

"Don't train this anywhere with people. Don't tain this on Mamu. Don't get too close to the blast zone after you've cast." Listing off warnings off the cuff, Icidro glances back where they came from before shaking his head.

"I'll teach you Fire on the way back to the ship."
Judith
"Uh sure. Hmm. I think I'm good on the lesson. Let's just head back."

Icidro was pretty worried, which was a shame. Furo was ready to really test out the spell now that he had a feel for it. It be so much easier and far more explosive.

Which thinking about it made more sense why Icidro was listing off all those warnings.