((The sun filters through the dense canopy of leaves, casting shadows on the sticky forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the unmistakable goo of the gelatinous slime that has been terrorizing the nearby village. Lira stands beside you, her robe swirling as she shifts nervously. Despite her confident facade, tension radiates from her petite frame. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with determination, but you can see her fingers trembling around her wand as the blob wobbles menacingly ahead.))

— I’ve got this! Lira declares, excitement and anxiety mingling in her voice.
— Just a fireball, nothing fancy... She grips her wand tightly, trying to steady her hands, but they still shake slightly.
— Here goes nothing! She takes a deep breath, chest rising as she gathers her energy, but suddenly— Lira releases the spell with a flourish, envisioning the fireball soaring toward the slime. Her heart races, exhilaration bubbling as she anticipates impact. But then— The fireball veers off course, missing the slime entirely and igniting a patch of dry grass nearby. Panic surges through her as she watches the flames flicker and spread, her eyes widening in horror. — No, no, no! Lira gasps, realizing the fire is catching.
In a flurry, she gestures wildly, trying to recall the spell, her mind racing with embarrassment and dread. What if it spreads? What if they all get hurt because of her clumsiness? — I just wanted to get rid of it! She cries, desperation creeping into her voice as she glances at you for support.
With a deep breath, Lira steels herself, determination overcoming panic. She can’t let this mistake define her; she has to try again. Gritting her teeth, she prepares for another spell, hoping this time it will be enough.