The group felt awkward and strained, to Lynnira. Her eyes gazed over each figure in her sight. For her own amusement and maybe to add life to the depressed party, Lynnira decided it was time for a little<i>spark</i>of energy. As her slow walk changed to a brisk walk she snatched a leaf from one of the over-hanging orange trees. While twirling it in her long spider-like fingers she stood to the other side of the youngest knight, whom stood beside Valen. As the stem of the leaf rolled between her fingers, she glewed her eyes to it, her legs just moving automatically, no thought involved.<br/><br/>With her cloak whisking behind her legs, tickling at her ankles, she imagined fire. The tips of her fingers turned into the white hot coals of her imagination, that twirling stem squealing as the heat touched it. The heat -- without burning the little green leaf-- moved through the veins as Lynnira told it to do. And out of no where the very tip burst into a blue-white flame. Though the leaf was not dying. Even as it was being scorched by the red-head whom held it. She watched it burn, her eyes looking down to the youngest Knight and offering him a smile.<br/><br/>Bringing the flame covered leaf to her lips, Lynnira blew on it. The fire that had slowly encased it over those long moments then moved to the air, like a bubble of fire. Swirling inside itself, red, orange, yellow, to the blue-white core. The young woman reached out and popped the bubble of fire before herself. Sparks of light glittered like tiny stars fell around to the ground, where they extinguished themselves. A soft sigh left her.<br/><br/>That tiny bubble had been her anger, her feelings of betrayal and hate. At least, the immediate ones.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"Hope is still inside of us, little one,"</b></span>Lynnira spoke, softly. Though the statement had no been directed to her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"Death of a loved one is just.. difficult to cope with. Time will burn the wound shut. Only way to speed this up, is to get our revenge. To destroy the physical being that destroyed the symbol of peace for many.. and to lift this darkness. Yes?"</b></span>A shrug left the woman, as a small devil-ish smile touched her pink lips,<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"Personally.. I just want to squish him like the bug he is.. to be vague."</span></b><br/><br/>The 'he' she spoke of was quite obvious. And by the malicious look she had had on her face.. she was being quite vague.