Zuko wasn't entirely sure how Bridge was doing the reading with his hands, but he was too curious not to give it a go. Taking a deep breath, he created a flame in the palm of his hand. He doubted the principal would appreciate it if he created a fireball in the library. Or set off the sprinklers for that matter.
Bridge watches, fascinated as he follows the path of the tiny tendril of energy through Zuko's body and out into his palm where it became the flame. "I can see it!" he reports.
"It's white," Bridge says, "and it looks... like a really bright spark of electricity, until it gets here," he taps his own palm. "And becomes the flame."
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