True to Ewan's words, her house was burned down to ashes. To nothing.
It was the middle of the night, and there she was, seemingly out of no where, covered in black from the neck down. She even had a black tie over her hair. Her mode of transportation this night - herself. She materialized out of the air, which was just herself. She usually didn't prefer to use this mode, it was so easy to slip in and out of everywhere, but she had to get out tonight. There was no room for error. So now, here she stood, in front of her burned home, her gift going in all sorts of directions. She had to bring a hand to the bridge of her nose to keep from swaying, and had to close her eyes to keep them from crossing.
She knew now for certain, without a doubt, it was White Fire. Ashes such as these, was more than obvious. A fool even now it would seem. It took several minutes for her head to clear, she could feel the hate, it was why her home was gone within such a sort amount of time. She also could feel the conflict of the Darkness and the Fire... the difference of no element to extreme... it had a harsh effect. She was able to push aside after considerable thought, a bead of sweat rolled down the back of her neck, and she absently rubbed the back of her turtleneck. This was good, she had not had a chance to use to gift for true reasons since she's been back. At least she had strength in this.
She had not even stepped foot into the ashes, and she could already see the disruption from others. Why her home had taken an interest in others, she hadn't the faintest. The smallest step inside to what was her living room, grey eyes sharp and searching.
The battle was far from over.
It was the middle of the night, and there she was, seemingly out of no where, covered in black from the neck down. She even had a black tie over her hair. Her mode of transportation this night - herself. She materialized out of the air, which was just herself. She usually didn't prefer to use this mode, it was so easy to slip in and out of everywhere, but she had to get out tonight. There was no room for error. So now, here she stood, in front of her burned home, her gift going in all sorts of directions. She had to bring a hand to the bridge of her nose to keep from swaying, and had to close her eyes to keep them from crossing.
She knew now for certain, without a doubt, it was White Fire. Ashes such as these, was more than obvious. A fool even now it would seem. It took several minutes for her head to clear, she could feel the hate, it was why her home was gone within such a sort amount of time. She also could feel the conflict of the Darkness and the Fire... the difference of no element to extreme... it had a harsh effect. She was able to push aside after considerable thought, a bead of sweat rolled down the back of her neck, and she absently rubbed the back of her turtleneck. This was good, she had not had a chance to use to gift for true reasons since she's been back. At least she had strength in this.
She had not even stepped foot into the ashes, and she could already see the disruption from others. Why her home had taken an interest in others, she hadn't the faintest. The smallest step inside to what was her living room, grey eyes sharp and searching.
The battle was far from over.