Unexpected Applications of a Theory

Title: Unexpected Applications of a Theory
Series: Final Fantasy XI
Characters: Darian Cerris, Ithan-Yuran
Rated: G
Words: 792 (end)
Summary: Ithan-Yuran has a hankering for something sweet, and there aren’t any Ice Crystals in the house…
Notes: Response to prompts from @JPGeoffrion and @serpentgod on Twitter.

“I could go to the Auction House and buy an ice crystal…”

“Nonsense… besides, we’ve already-weady startedaru.” Ithan-Yuran frowned a little as the sphere expanded a little and gestured, the flow of magic adjusting accordingly and contracting the spell. “Now getaru to it before I lose my grippy-wippy on this!”

“Are you sure this is safe, Master?” Darian looked dubiously at the sphere of frozen energy before him, snowflakes and ice swirling around it in a flurry of activity.

“It’s aboutaru as safe as using an ice crystal-wistal…” Ithan-Yuran furrowed his brow in concentration as he focused the contained blizzard spell above his Grimoire, which was sitting open in front of him; safe in the confines of his home, with the curtains once again drawn to prevent prying eyes from seeing what they’re doing, Ithan-Yuran had donned his complete Scholar’s attire in order to further enhance his ability to manipulate the Grimoire and was actually sitting cross-legged on his table. Darian thought that his former teacher looked absolutely adorable in the entire getup, but he wasn’t going to tell him that to his face.

He wasn’t, however, convinced that the tarutaru’s plan would work. “I could go to the Auction House and buy an ice crystal…”

“Nonsense… besides, we’ve already-weady startedaru.” Ithan-Yuran frowned a little as the sphere expanded a little and gestured, the flow of magic adjusting accordingly and contracting the spell. “Now getaru to it before I lose my grippy-wippy on this!”

“Okay, okay!” Darian grabbed the wooden bowl and the whisk that were sitting on the table in front of him, and after a moment of hesitation, he held it against the ball of ice energy. The side of the bowl immediately frosted over, and he winced as he felt a chill hit the hand that was holding it.

Trying to ignore the cold, he proceeded to vigorously whisk the mixture of eggs, maple sugar, flour, butter and milk that he had prepared beforehand. The idea was to thicken it through freezing, and he would have normally done this with an ice crystal; however, Ithan-Yuran wanted the results right then and there, and he wouldn’t hear of Darian’s protests to go buy a single crystal.

“I’m not responsible if everything blows up and it looks like Beaucedine in here…” Darian clenched his teeth as he kept whisking the liquid, which was slowly thickening. “My hand’s going numb, though… maybe I should Firestorm mys-…”

“No, don’t!” Ithan-Yuran’s panicked protest made the blizzard expand briefly, sending a puff of snow in Darian’s face. “It’s going to makaru the spell go crazy-wazy! Just whisk harder!”

Darian groaned and kept doing so, but a plan was already forming in his mind. Fire would be bad, but what would wind do? He quickly dropped the whisk on the table, and with his free hand he summoned his own Grimoire and drew wind magic from within its pages, but he attempted to concentrate the spell into the bowl. He wasn’t as trained as Ithan-Yuran was, and a bit of the liquid spilled out of the side of the bowl and onto the table, but the whirlwind had the intended effect of whipping the concoction at speeds higher than what he could do by hand. Soon, with the mixture practically frozen, Darian abruptly cut off his spell, and his Grimoire closed and vanished.

“Okay, enough!” Darian set the bowl on the table and looked up at his master’s spell worriedly.

“Gahh!” Ithan-Yuran let go of the magic binding the sphere together, and his Grimoire closed and vanished as well; with a sound akin to glass breaking, the energy exploded in a shower of snow which gently rained on the two Scholars and the table.

Neither of them said anything for a moment. Once the snow finally stopped falling, Darian pushed his chair away from the table; going to the cupboard, he wordlessly pulled out two small wooden bowls and spoons and brought them back to the table. He carefully spooned two portions of the frozen mixture into the bowls, and he pushed one towards Ithan-Yuran, who had since climbed off the table and had seated himself properly.

Ithan-Yuran gleefully grabbed the bowl and stuck a huge spoonful in his mouth. He closed his eyes, the tassel of his mortarboard brushing against his face as he tilted his head back and sighed happily.

“Mmm… ice creamaru…”

Darian shook his head and took a spoonful of his own, and after a moment he nodded and laughed nervously. “Yep… that’s ice cream.” He added as an afterthought. “It’s a lot of trouble to go through just for two bowls of ice cream, though.”

“It was wortharu it,” Ithan-Yuran said between two spoonfuls. “And we could evenaru call it a trainingaru exercise, too!”

“I don’t think this is what Professor Schultz had in mind when he founded the school, master.”

“Pish-posh, it’s fine.” Ithan-Yuran scraped every last bit out of the bowl, and once he was done, he reverently set it down in front of him. “… so… chocolataru next?”