Being told he could manipulate fire at his will, no tools or tricks, had been both unbelievable and oddly fitting. He might have been tempted to leave it alone, if he hadn't seen a table catch on fire from his flare of temper. That couldn't be left uncontrolled, even if he hadn't hurt anyone.

He'd chosen an outdoor area of bare rock to train in, just in case.

It was just like any other martial art, able to be mastered. He focused on the flames in front of him in a small bowl of tinder, trying to make it twist. Making it more powerful could wait until he was stronger.