The Stormreaver had called Curissa away from her team in the artisan's workshop. They stood in the large practice area out behind the workshop. Apprentices could practice their spells out here after the work day was done.
The Stormreaver looked at Curissa, "You've come a long way since your father brought you here to apprentice. Would you like me to teach you a harder spell. This one is a bit above your level."
"Oh yes master Stormreaver", Curissa enthused. Even after a year she was annoyed that the master of the workshop refused to call her "Lady" like all the other staff did.
"I'm going to teach you a second level spell. It's called 'gust of wind'. It will call a strong breeze. The sailors are particularly fond of this spell. They use it to push their ships when the natural wind is not available. If you can learn to imbue it into wands reliably, we could call you a journeyman sorceress, which normally takes 4 years of apprenticeship, not one. The motions are similar to the shocking touch spell you are so fond of but more exaggerated. Watch carefully." Without waiting, the Stormreaver threw a blast of wind at Curissa that knocked her flat on her back and sent her rolling across the practice field.
After she got herself up and walked back to him, the Stormreaver went over the motions slower and explained the other components of the spell to Curissa, "do you think you can try that? Don't expect it to work perfectly the first time."
Curissa nodded, focused her mind and started the exaggerated gestures as she spoke the words to this spell. As it finished there was a loud crack and flash. She saw the Stormreaver rolling across the practice field but something was very wrong. The day had gone dark except for where the Stormreaver was still rolling and Curissa smelled the scent of ozone as the blackness closed around her.
When she opened her eyes, she looked up at the faces of the five senior spell casters from the workshop with the night sky behind them. The smell of ozone still strong in the air. "Are you alright," she asked.
The five looked startled and then the Stormreaver said, "a better question is are you alright, Lady Curissa?" It was the first time he had ever used her title?
"The spell took more out of me than I expected, master, but I feel fine now."
"In that case, do you think you could stop the shocking grasp spell?"
"What?" Curissa raised her right hand to look and it was crackling with little bolts of lightening zipping across and around it. "Oh." She closed her eyes again and concentrated on dispelling the magic. When she opened her eyes the lightening was gone from her had. She looked at the darkness.
The Stormreaver held a hand out to help Curissa stand, "You've been out for about 6 hours. It's nearly midnight and you've been crackling with electricity the whole time. We couldn't move you. Two of the journeymen were injured when they tried."
"Don't be. I shouldn't have tried to teach you that spell so early. I'm very glad you are alright."
"Oh please, I want to learn it. Please."
"Rest for a few days and we will see."
Since then whenever Curissa got excited or frightened or angry the lightening would crackle around her.