Rogal gently lowered her to sit on the now-flat rooftop, and he couldn't help a full-on laugh. "Well done, well done indeed." He reached out to pick up the now-glowing white stone, the symbols glowing an eerie black now. "Fully charged. Perfect first time." He set it in her hands. It felt so different from before. She could feel the energy coursing under its smooth surface, and now the symbols were raised out instead of grooved inward, like the power inside had pushed them out and was straining to escape. "Once we're done here, I'll show you just how powerful a lightning bolt can be. We'll probably end up draining a couple of these teaching you the beginnings of magic, and we'll work on efficiency later after you have a good handle on some spells."
He stood after making sure she could sit up on her own, and he grinned. "Watch this. My mother taught me." The next bolt came without warning, and Rogal wasn't holding a stone. The bolt struck him full-force, and he drew his extended arm in in a smooth, flowing movement, and shifted his entire body. He was doing something she'd only ever heard of in ancient stories between lightning dragons and powerful witches: redirecting lighting. His opposite arm drew out, and the bolt, twice as hot, twice as powerful, and twice as frightening, jagged back into the sky and splayed out into a grand pattern that naturally-emitted lightning couldn't copy in a storm of this caliber. Though it'd been twice as powerful coming back out, Rogal didn't seem tired out by it at all. He smiled as he pulled off the amazing skill, proud of himself that he could still do it.