For her age,Vera, the younger sister had an impeccable knack for being a fire started. Her ability to control the dangerous element was not only stunning, but ironic as it was the complete opposite of her personality, which was quite, and down to earth. She did not have a temper to match the heat of her flames. As the younger daughter she was often held in a different light than her elder sister. Gaining a bit more attention from others. She didn't mind it, but she also didn't want it. Attention made her feel watched, and most days she couldn't shake the feeling of eyes watching her every move. She hated it. Worst of all she felt as if her sister hated her. The tension bore heavily on the girls heart. She didn't even know if she wanted to take over for her mother.<br/><br/>Today was yet another day she had to deal with the stress. The morning light spilled into her room, and lay across her chest as she stood staring at the ceiling above her. Down stairs she could hear the sounds of the coven. Sounds of laughter, voices, and playful rough housing from younger girls. It was so noisy. It invaded her thoughts, and kept her from drifting back to sleep. Sighing she sat up in her bed, curly hair messy and tangled from sleep. A frown plastered her face at the disarray her auburn locks were in.  Might as well try to tame the beast on her head.<br/><br/>It about half an hour for her hair to look half way decent. When it was tame, she made herself down stairs where breakfast was about to be served. She took a seat besides her ageing mother, kissing her cheek as she sat.