Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20200115143750/@comment-44774633-20200124051659

(I missed so much of the rp)

Astraya moved her hand, watching the way the flames flickered. It was almost as if they were dancing. Every time she set something alight, it was like a performance. Fire was beautiful. Destructive, but beautiful. Subconsciously, she sat her hand down on the floor. She was lost in thought for a while, but then was brought back, roused by the smell of smoke. Astraya glanced down, and looked upon her cape, where she had rested her hand. The flames were spreading, engulfing the cape, and turning it to ashes. In the past, she might have stopped it, but she had changed. The room's stone floor made it seem too cold for her taste. Besides, she had been following their rules for far too long. As she saw the cape disappear, she finally felt free.