“You’re taking us to your village, right, Tipper?” Gabbie asked. “Can they all make a flame like you do?”
“This?” Tipper lifted his palm along with the flickering flame. The flickering black flame, mind you. “Any toddler with half a mind can conjure a flame like this. This right here is child’s play, kiddo.”
“Oh no, don’t, Tipper. Not now. We need to keep them safe, remember?” Perceval warned. He galloped up to Tipper and put his paws upon the man’s leg. Tipper ignored his friend.
“If you want to see real flames, takes a gander at this!” With a simple flick of his wrist, Tipper was now handling seven fire balls at once. He wobbled a little, and then gained his balance. The man began to juggle the fire balls as if they were just silk scarves. He smirked as he tossed the fire higher and higher. Perceval moaned and smacked a paw to his muzzle.
“What’s wrong, Perceval? He’s doing fantastic!” Gabbie clapped and cheered, making Tipper throw his fire even higher. Lila and Zane tentatively joined in with the cheering. They chanted Tipper’s name in a joyous thrall.
“Oh no, no, no. He’s going to get too big headed showing off and—“ Perceval gasped when Tipper, after displaying a fine combination of juggling while doing jumping jacks and tumbling, missed one of the flames as it crashed down. The fire was promptly followed by the six other flames. Tipper groaned and lounged to put the fire out only to find that they has grown three times their original size thanks to the contact of the forest below.
Perceval’s tail fluffed. He pounced on the flames. The children cringed, believing the flames would control the little fox creature. The flames, however, did not. Perceval was the one who consumed. He opened his tiny mouth and ate the flames like one would bite into an apple. The children watched, transfixed, as Perceval gulped down the fire until there was nothing left. The fox creature then glared at Tipper, who in turn frowned.
“I told you, we have to protect the children, not turn them into crisps.” Perceval wiped his paws over his black, wet nose. “And you know that you can’t go wasting fire like that. What would have happened if I weren’t with you? You’d have burnt out, that’s what.”
“Alright, alright. I was just trying to cheer them up. It’s been nothing but gloom. But that’s what I get for trying to be a nanny when I’m not one.”
“If that’s how you’re going to handle this, then I shall be leading the group. Get behind with the young man right there.” The fox’s ear twitched. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. We gave you our names, but never asks for yours.”
“I’m Gabbie Parish!” The red headed girl proudly proclaimed.
“Zane Calcipher Parish.”
“I’m Alastair Whittaker.”
“Lovely. Pleased to meet you all. I again apologize for Tipper. Now then, the village isn’t too far.”