<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fashionhanfu.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/fashion-hanfu-black-hanfu-dress-1.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Fennu (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1055259521792090144/1064213183113469992/image.png)</em><br/><strong>Main Progeny Crystal:</strong><em>Crystelia Ignis</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gree and Brown Cheongsam.<br/><strong>HP:</strong><em>70/70</em><br/><strong>EP:</strong><em>60/60</em><br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em> July 3rd, 8&gt;9:00am XST</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Road into town</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Crystelia Coven Members, Triumvirat |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Well, at least the fan can take a hit." The thought came unbidden, she found great pleasure in it. If the fan had broken she would have been quite sad. It was something she could dance with, something lovely, something pretty. To have it ruined would have felt like losing a part of herself. It however was far more sturdy then she had expected and would not need mending. Good.<br/><br/>Fennu did not smell the fire, nor did she see it, she was focused on the goblin ahead of her. All the same she knew it was there, a feeling deep inside her told her were she would find the flames as they birthed. It was a very odd feeling. Somehow it made sense to her to just know were fire was. She felt like it was hers to command, hers to control, hers to wield. It felt...<br/><br/>Ok, of all the things she had expected to see, Mugi up on those legs of hers was not one of them. She pulled away from the goblin as Mugi moved to assist and grinned. "Walking suits you. You look dangerous." The voice that Fennu spoke with was not the quite and soft one of the last 12 hours. It crackled, had a rough hard edge to it. Like she spoke with the very essence of fire, of power. It was in this that she was distracted and gave space for Melody to make a massive mistake.<br/><br/>Fennu felt the fire snatch and grow. She felt it expand, she felt it feed and twist into whatever had been given it. It was<strong><em>alive</em></strong>and it was happy.<br/><br/><strong>"NO!"</strong>The young gymnast roared and turned, pulling to herself the fire that was now feeding on the flour. All else that she may have been thinking lost in that one desperate moment. The feeding and expanding flame needed to be stopped, it was too close to...<br/><br/>All time stopped, nothing else mattered as the red strip in her haid flashed and burned, flames licking off her head in that one odd streak, the rest of her hair ignoring the fire that gathered in herself as she reached out and pulled the building disaster to herself. Forcing the flame into a ball she could hold in her hand she was fighting to control it, to use it and then she did the only thing she could think of. She hated that she had to, hated that for all her power, for all her control, for all her ability the first thing she ever did with this new power she had was not use the fire that burnt in herself but to take another fire upon herself and douse it. It felt wrong.<br/><br/>But what choice was there? She was not skilled enough yet with this power to do anything else, so she pulled the flame to herself, took in a breath and smoothed it. As she did she took part of its spirit into herself, her eyes burning and her voice taking on a more crackling edge then even before. The magic in her words as she spoke to the flames.<br/><br/>"I am sorry my brother, but today you can not feed, I will carry you on, you can be whole again in due time."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Pyrokinesis</div><div class="spoiler_body">16 to control the flame, trying to do so before the explosion happens.</div></div>