Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20200205221120/@comment-44876747-20200214195411

Tia felt her emotions swell up, all the guilt and sadness and anger and hurt, and let them run free. The flames flew upwards in a perfect one inch by one inch cylinder in the middle of her hand, streaking upwards and breaking through the ceiling. Tia stood there, terrified of the highly condensed flame she was holding in her hand. Having no more energy to spend, Tia fell to the ground, tired, and the fire shut off.

Tia was still awake, but not enough to be of any use to her father, and he tossed aside her mind like a broken toy.