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Thoughts of the Flame
Rebecca walked in to the Tass room carrying with her that strange little book that has set in the Hollow. There was so many unanswered questions about this simple little book. But this strange book was the last thing on her mind. Instead her mind focused on her own anger and rage. Rebecca never really thought much of Astrology signs. But as she slowly walked around the large pillar of Tass. She thought of her own sign of the Capricorn and its traits. The Capricorn was known of being loving, susceptible, sympathetic, sensual, faithful, instinctive, charitable, over-reactive and moody. She laughed as she though how she could be moody.
As a Capricorn, that would make Rebecca an Earth sign. However, Rebecca felt a draw towards fire. Since the first moment she could affect fire, she did. Despite what she felt as a deep friendship with the lake spirit, Rebecca was drawn to the flame. She raised her hand and brought forth fire across her finger tips. She could feel it breathing as her magic feed it. Unlike the Earth signs, who were known to be practical Rebecca didn’t feel practical. While she felt useful and she could easily be considered workable. Fire was forcefully and played directly in to her impulsive nature. Fire was more than just power, influence and authority for her. It was the cause rather than the effect.
As Rebecca thought back on the Vampires, they sought her out because of her effects on the fire. The sight of the flame forced them to react to her. She didn’t even have to think about it anymore. It just happened. When the bullet shattered her lighter, saving the fire was second nature to her. And in that simple act of mercy for her, caused the Vampires to once more react to her. Her actions required no thought. She just felt and in that she did what felt best.
As she continued to slowly walk around the pillar of Tass, her eyes drifted to the fire dancing around her finger tips. She still felt the conflict within her. Part her wanted calm and thought while the other part of her wanted to feed on the fuel around her. She smiled and let out a bit of laughter, ‘of course I can’t feed like a flame does’ she thought. Still she couldn’t help but wonder about why things were the way they were. It was strange but no matter how hard she tried to deny her anger, somehow it always seemed to get the better of her.
And once that anger emerged, her flames grew brighter and hotter. As she thought of the feelings she felt during the run in with the vampires, she watched the flames grow in her hand. The fire danced over her fingers as the orange glow danced across her face. In her eyes, she watched the fires leap across her fingers as she moved her hand across the air. She felt the power of the flame and could feel its hunger.
Was she in fact destined to be bound by her anger and her draw to the flame? It was a realization that Rebecca really didn't want to accept. Deep down Rebecca knew that she was a 'good' person. But still there was this nagging urge feed her wrath and anger. Though she was better at handling the little things, there were things that simply weren’t forgivable.
She backed up watching the flames continue their dance across her fingers as she thought of the fire she created. It never dawned on her but almost as an automatic thought, she fireproofed herself. Before it was something she had to think about, but now it was just something that just happened. Rebecca drew in a deep breath and allowed the fire to grow in her hand. “My little child” she said softly knowing that her magical Bluetooth was allowing her voice to be understood by the spirit of the flame.
She scanned the flames through her magical vision and started to think about the way her magic created the flame. She watched her own fingers through the flames and saw her own fingerprints. In that moment, she forced her thoughts to a standstill. "Could a mage have magical fingerprints?" She pondered.
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