The Norwegian brushed the dirt off his white, gown-like shirt and proceeded to practice casting magic.
He was still a beginner at these kind of things, but he managed to grasp the subject better than he was expected to.
Maybe magic was just his thing.
He smiled as a few sparks of yellow 'zapped' across the ground, igniting a blade of grass. He quickly moved his hands in an upward direction, only to set them down again.
The wind gushed in circles around the small boy, whilst he hid his face with his tiny hands. As soon as the wind calmed, tiny droplets of water were before him; floating, as if gravity didn't matter at all.
He blinked a fe