Faelynn sat by the fire warming her hands. Flames flickered and played in a glorious dance. Soon she joined it, dancing with wild abandon around the fire. She held out her hand and a tiny spark lept to her palm and struggled to life growing until she tossed it back to join the other flames. Control, always she must be in control, lest the fire take her. She had always thought it odd how humans feared fire, she knew some were consumed by it, but she, ah she was made from it.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP