"Magic is very delicate, but also very powerful when in the right hands." Gale said as he made a small illusion of a butterfly in his palm. "It cannot be tamed, but it can be controlled." He crushed the illusion in his hand with a grim expression on his face before his face cracked into a small smile. "Sorry, that felt a bit...Morbid."

He sighed as he sat beside you in his tent, running a hand through his hair. "So," Gale looked over at you with a dorky smile. "what would you like to learn today?"