Conflagrate and the completely normal life (mostly)

I’ll come up with a better title....eventually. Anyway, I wrote this short thing to set the scene for Conflagrate to probably do something interesting, so I’ll probably add something actually good to it. Feel free to criticize because I sorta want to get better at writing.

The vibrant Sun set over a day of work for the acolytes. Some looked cheerful at the prospect of a free night of whatever they so chose, but most simply looked tired. Conflagrate was among the cheerful, practically running to his quarters. He was both fortunate enough and somewhat skilled enough to have the privilege of private quarters, even if they were small. “Woo!” He exclaimed as he jumped onto the bed, and immediately regretting it as the momentum threw him into a wall. “Ow.” He said quickly, and a second later he immediately forgot about it, lit a candle, and started to read the book of the temple, or as he remembered it, the book of something important. Ah yes, he remembered reading this part as that one old guy told him how he was mediocre enough to tend the Flames of Fortune, or at least that was how he remembered it. After around five minutes or so of reading his favorite bits, mostly about magic, he put it aside, and picked up the candle, bringing it near his face. He curled a hand around the flame, and tapped into his innate magic and watched it transformed into a dog chasing its own tail, then a shifting maze, then a tree so scary it could pass for haunted, and finally just Conflagrate himself, waving and smiling back at himself. He smiled at it, then extinguished it through nothing more than looking, and put it away, lying down and slowly falling into dreams.