"Oh, you think you're ready to hear this now?" The mechanic raised an eyebrow as he unlocked the back room. Half a dozen lockers stood against the far wall, next to a rack of oil bottles and toolboxes.
"As long as it's better than what happened last time," Tamur muttered, glaring at the glove covering his right hand.
Dominick unzipped the top half of his mechanic's suit, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a zippo lighter. "Well..." he began with some deliberation, "From what I can tell, at least from the visions you've had, you're probably a fire mage. That means you can talk to fire elementals. When we awaken, our element usually finds us in our dreams and helps us learn to use it."
Holding up the lighter, he flicked it open. The dull orange glow finally filtered into the space around them. "It's not an exact science, of course, so you won't know for sure until you try. But it couldn't hurt..."
Tamur stared at the glowering flame for a moment, mock-concentration spread across his face. Finally, he announced, "Your lighter is very mad at you. You haven't been smoking enough." It was his turn to make it seem like inanimate objects were angry.
"Come on, Tamur. I'm being serious for once."
"For once?? You don't have a funny bone in your body, man." Tamur sighed. "Augh, alright alright. Gimme that." He snatched the lighter away, glaring at the hot little flicker.