Lynnira was tired of walking. So very tired. Her legs screamed at her and the tightness of her calf muscles gave her a very slight limp. Usually this was no problem with walking. But the addition of emotional pain and slight exhaustion for lack of sleep. Too much crying for her mother...s. Both now dead.<br/><br/>But she sucked it up. Straightened her shoulders and forced herself not to frown.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"We're here eh?"</b></span>She bit back another sorrowful expression. Why did this place make her so.. so sad? She felt unwanted, hated, feared.. at least by the Earth. Well, she knew her powers might make it not want her there, she might burn it all to the ground, right? A pain hit her, of course, emotional. Everything had always been scared of her. Always.<br/><br/>Though, she laughed it off. Possibly causing some odd looks from her companions.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"We ought to get inside, like Elfie said. I would feel terrible if this 'dark' stuff came about and I burnt these trees down."</b></span>She half jested. There was an urge to burn down the orange glow about her, it invaded her vision and told her to leave. It was hostile to her, as she was to it in nature. It was almost like every step she took towards the Elven city it pushed her back more. She felt weak suddenly. She swayed in her spot and had to catch her balance. Quickly, she played it off as hunger. A soft blush touched her face. Waving a hand, she quickly stepped closer to the entrance. That aura of distrust and hostility washed over her, but she kept her face sturdy and fought on. Stepped next to the vine-gate.<br/><br/>With a final push she stepped inside. The struggle didn't end there. No, physical pressure made her steps heavy and hard. Making her breath heavy, as it did the night smoke filled her lungs as her family burnt to the ground around her..