[ The senses come so easily to her. Fire feels simple somehow. Is it because the gem makes it that way? Is it all the gem and not her? The flame flickers and dims as that thought moves across her mind.
Make it stronger. No, it can't be the gem. It's her. She focuses again and the flame stretches upwards, like when the wick on a candle is left too long. ]
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Like... crackling. Like wood smoke.
[ The senses come so easily to her. Fire feels simple somehow. Is it because the gem makes it that way? Is it all the gem and not her? The flame flickers and dims as that thought moves across her mind.
Make it stronger. No, it can't be the gem. It's her. She focuses again and the flame stretches upwards, like when the wick on a candle is left too long. ]