"Well, basically, it just burns-" Carly doesn't really get to answer. As they come forward, her horse immediately whinnies, and freezes in place. Carly's eyes widen as she looks ahead, and Foster is the one who moves first-sending the dogs forward, while he himself ends up running around, around, and-

Something clicks, in the back of her mind. This one isn't looking to boost reputations with the Prince.

But they could use this- "...HEY..!" she shouts, drawing her arm back as it coats with violet flames. She thrusts her arm forward, and a small comet of the fire is launched onward, her face twisting with anger. "GET AWAY FROM THAT..!"