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Gale had chosen this particular stretch of beach for teaching Alleryel to channel the Weave as he did, because it was empty and calm. Alleryel had mentioned attempting wizardry in the past with results nearly as chaotic as her latent wild magic. That, however, had not been under the expert mentorship of the one and only Gale of Waterdeep.
The tiefling woman stood barefoot in the sand, moving her hands the way Gale had instructed, visualizing the frozen orb she was attempting to conjure. No sooner had she uttered the incantation than the air around them turned frigid with a “whoosh” and snow began to fall onto the sand around them.
“Oops,” she murmured sheepishly, immediately starting to shiver as Tieflings were not built for cold. She braced herself for the disappointed look, for a reprimand, but it never came.
Instead, Gale laughed through chattering teeth, his robes whipping in the wind. “Well… It is spherical. Though, for your next attempt, let's visualize something a bit smaller, shall we?”