37th day of Winter, 511 AV
Miro walked in front of Iliana's room, smiling vigorously. He made a ball of res between his hands grew it in size before moving it to the ground. He spread it out and transmuted it to ice, hoping it would be more comical than painful. Then he made his way out of the front door, slamming it shut. He got on his knees and put his hand down at bottom of the crease. He began to make res, filling the crack and moving upwards until his res filled its entirety. Miro transmuted it to ice, sealing it.
Satisfied with his antics, he now sought to end his boredom. Nobody would fall for his pranks immediately, so he decided to make his own fun for now. Miro found a nice area beside the house. He kicked his sandals to the side and made a puddle of res where he stood. He spread it out thin and transmuted it to ice. Afterwards he began to slide around, moving from one end and back to the other, twirling and spinning like an idiot as he went.
After a few chimes he got bored of this too, melting parts of the ice at a time. If nobody fell into the traps he set, or found some other way of entertaining him, he might draw attention to himself by becoming destructive. Fires always drew in a crowd. When nobody could put out the raging fire, Miro would spring in with his water reimancy and save the day. The more he thought about it, the more appealing it became. Deep down he knew it was wrong, but so was being this bored.