Who: Amara; OTA (Warren?) When: Tuesday Night Where: Her room What: Trying to touch the fire Rating: High? Doubtful
Parent-Teacher week had left the blonde feeling less than stellar and she hid herself mostly in the comfort of her dorm room. It was odd to see so many students she knew with their parents...especially because her own dad was so far away. It just seemed easier to avoid them...and classes. It gave her the perfect excuse not to touch her computer, technology being her bane of existance, and to huddle underneath her blanket with only the flame from a single candle for company. It flickered, dancing against the plain walls, creating shapes and shadows before her eyes before quieting once more. Amara sat silently, blue eyes transfixed on the object and the light it created.
Her fingers reached out, skin hovering close to the fire and warmth filled her hand, but she didn't budge. She was made of fire, of pure magma...did the flame even bother her? Did she even feel the burning? The firey girl was starting to feel the sensation, dull ache in her skin...and she closed her eyes.