[ he looks over his shoulder to see that she follows, and makes sure that all the fire around them is just — gone, even when it blazes just as bright nd hot as it did before, only a few feet away from them.

(it's going to cost him, this level of control, but he's willing to take the exhaustion.) ]

Uh — [ comes the intelligent answer, mostly because he's never really thought of it. it was never something that needed thinking about, what with all the other demigods with their own powers. ]

Hereditary? [ he flashes an uncertain grin at her. ] It's called pyrokinesis. Got all the weird stuff I can do from my dad, and the winning smile and awesome curls from my mom.