Mmm...well, what I like to do is imagine I'm stokin' a fireplace. It keeps it contained while lettin' th' fire breathe an' grow.

[Merida took her gloves off her quiver belt, tugging them on by the wrist. With a crack of her knuckles, she cupped them together, starting with her modus operandi when it came to fire magic - a small flame no bigger than a will o the wisp. As she concentrates and spreads her hands, the flame grows bigger, until she's able to turn her hands upways and pull one away, slowly but surely and with a triumphant look on her face.]