Clover was bored one day. She was a mid-level student at the Wizard school, and there was a short break from classes after exams. She was resting in her dorm. There was a slow drip in her room, roughly hewn out of the compacted dirt and stone, and she watched each drop form slowly, building up, finally reaching to heavy of a weight to be held up, and then dropping to the floor, probably to fall down again in whoever's dorm was below hers. She mentally traced the drops route, eventually falling into one of the labs, possibly into some forgotten bit of glassware. Then, she realized that this was all unspeakably boring, and she really had nothing else to do.
Clover took out one of her blank spell sheets. Most of the time, magic was work to her. She was in school, learning how to be a Wizard, so it was homework and classwork that made up the majority of her spells. Why was she learning to be a Wizard? Well, her parents did, and her parents before them, ever since well before the Wizards were kicked out of the King's palace. Ever since well before her ancestors came over on boats, explorers and colonists of a new land to the south. She presumed that even before recorded history, her family were Wizards. It was what they did.
Clover was in the ripe age for some teenage rebellion, but that wasn't her style, and she was a more thoughtful type than she immediately seemed. Sure, she was impulsive, but she had the taste and the knack for magic. She might not have been of the mindset to blindly go with something she hated because of the tradition, but she certainly wasn't going to move away from thousands of years of tradition so hard to prevent her from doing something she liked.
She thought she liked anyway, she corrected herself, because really, she hadn't felt like she'd done it, really. She had made magic for school, and for practical concerns, but was that really a way to determine if she'd liked it? She wanted to be doing something she liked, so she wanted to test herself and her desires. She wanted to know if this was something she'd be able to have fun doing.
Clover started off small, just a little fire spell. She drew it carefully, and like she had done many times before, mainly for exams. She laid it down on her floor, and gave it energy, and a small camping fire arose from the paper. It did not consume it, but rather it fed off of the energy that Clover was feeding to it. This gave Clover an idea.
Well, maybe she couldn't do it with this spell, like it was, but she thought, maybe she could tie the energy of the flames in with her energy. She knew that if she could do this carefully, she would be able to have some manipulation over the shape of the flames.
She spent an hour thinking, scratching runes into the claylike soil, testing out combinations in her head. Eventually, she thought she had something. She drew up another circle, carefully, this time with a slightly different set of runes. She activated it, and flames leapt out again, in the same small campfire shape. She had a bond with the fire though, and she used it, stretching the flames out into shapes, making streamers and snakes. Nothing terribly practical, as it was slow, and very difficult to manipulate, but in a way, it was fun, and Clover experimented to see what she could do until she nearly ran out of energy.
Clover rested for a while to recover her energy, she got nearly a complete night's sleep at midday.
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