It would be as natural as dancing.
A step forward on an empty parking lot, long red hair twirled in the motion. As if choreographed, Ice's hands clapped together and soon cracks begun to form in the wake of it. Outward and all around her, magma began to seep from the wounds of the Earth. She found herself smiling and then taking another step. She begun to spin and twirl, before her body vaulted off the Earth and into the air.
She danced beautifully around her magic, honing her dance and focusing her magic. Like a graceful firebird, her hair seemed to move with a life of its own as her quick motions left it to the whims of her previous motion. She danced until her magic ran out and then she danced some more before once again she cast her magic upon the Earth and begun the Dance of Pele again.
Orangeish Sherbert
