What was snow if not water in solid form, a tiny truth that most never thought twice about, yet that ordinarily inconsequential, almost miniscule distinction between the two, was a great fissure's difference when spoken in terms of a mage's ability to control them; for each element of nature and it's many forms demanded it's own school of spell craft and many years to master.
Yet my brother seems to have decided to bridge that gap of fundamental law through some ludicrous little trick.
My darling little brother. I always knew him to be intelligent, calm, loving, protective, loyal, diligent, and if not slightly clumsy and bashful at times, especially when it comes to matters of the heart, be it in this life or the last.
Yet now it seems I need to update this impression of him I've had, for I had apparently missed another descriptive of his that I've never noticed, for I now knew him to be mad as well.
'A damned mad genius!' I thought in a booming voice in my mind.
