Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26972097-20180714002739

The book rested in the boy's hands, and he read along the lines. For a moment, he paced, letting the grass drift past his legs as he hummed a little tune. He then paused and turned towards a flower that was growing from the ground. He took a deep breath.

Muttering soft words under his breath, that cracked with lack of use, he tried to focus what magical energy he had on the plant. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to perform simple nature spells. His words stopped and he rose an eyebrow at the flower. It... had done nothing?

He knelt down, and seemed to observe the flower. He gave it a frown, before the flower suddenly puffed all his magic back at him and landing him firmly on the ground and in the dirt.

He glared at the flower, and began flicking through the book he held. 