Snippet #2772897

Gemsor sat behind the counter, still miserable. Of course, he had always been miserable. But he had also always been good at hiding it. Now, surrounded by all this love, he was reminded of all the women who had scorned him.

Out of instinct, he formed a miniature fireball in his hands, and began fiddling with it. making it bend this way and that, making it dance about in the air. Soon, a small crowd had formed, watching him playing with this fireball. Gemsor quickly noticed, and being the attention seeker he was, soon produced two more fireballs, and began to make them dance about each other. The crowd began to cheer as Gemsor's display became more and more complex.

Fire Juggling. That's what the technique was called. It was a trick that few Elemages even bothered to practice, much less master, but Gemsor wasn't just any Elemage. He was the best Elemage on all of Neo Terra.

But then again, this wasn't Neo Terra.

As he brought his spectacle to an end, and took a bow, the crowd cheered and applauded him. Within a few minutes, his tip jar was almost overflowing. Gemsor grinned. Maybe the job wasn't so bad after all.