Snippet #751854

Svenrine was incredibly insulted. Why was she the only one who got fear and shaking and doubt? It was foreboding, and deeply hurtful. Svenrine had always prided herself on drive and determination, unfaltering loyalty...

Her hand rested unconsciously on her lips. The troubling thought of a sprite judging her as unworthy, in a situation she already couldn't understand, it was all so overwhelming. Why her? Why her if she wasn't even wanted? What was she doing? The questions started to pile up. It was exactly the sort of situation which made Svenrine crack.

She listened almost enviously to the other positions, they sounded so soothing and good. The sprite's voice never shook with tremors of distaste, never judged the character of one off of nothing, nothing.

Nothing! Obviously the sprite just didn't like her. Svenrine hardly felt like talking. How vain of her. She was personally insulted, and somehow that weighed more than her intense confusion or the fact that other people were similarly bound to an uncertain fate.

She didn't move far from the group, she wanted to talk... she did. Mainly she wanted to know what was going on. She didn't even realize she had power, it simply didn't occur to her. She was too preoccupied with the wounds of vanity and uncertainty which had so long remained closed. In a second she was with her sisters, being called ugly and worst of all "about to turn."

What was she? A fish carcass? For so long she had marked all her insecurities on appearance, and now this little red light had stung through to her soul.

She laid her head back against a tree, breathing out slowly. Her breath was warmer than usual, it probably meant to reeked. At this point she wanted to break down and cry, not only was she freaking out over minute details, she realized she was breaking down and had no power to stop it. Thankfully, utter stubbornness was her savior. She wouldn't be weak, a personal agenda towards that little red blot... She would just act tired... tired.

Her mind was clear soon, she focused on the bigger picture. She was... fire breather. Fire. Fire. She tried to think of fire. She didn't produce any, nor did anything out of the ordinary happen. She just thought of it. It burned, it was beautiful, it broke down anything it touched to Earth. Fire was the mother of Earth in a sort of way, the ash fell down, that became the Earth, from the Earth broke out water, which dissipated, vaporized into the air above. Fire burnt that air, and it all started again.