Nestled quietly in the tall grass was the fiery woman, except all of the fire and passion had gone and only sadness remained. A gentile breeze blew the thick blades of grass against her soft skin, as her palms lain out against the ground.
Liz was always wanting to forget things, the girl fought with depression a good majority of her life. Not a lot of people knew this, for the young woman was always extremely outgoing, and energetic in the public eye. Not that she was a pristine princess that was overly-friendly to strangers with a sickening arrogance. (Lex) Liz showed all the signs of having a diagnosable mood disorder, but she'd only seen a psychiatrist for a short period after her grandfather's death.
The absence of rage or passion gave leeway for peace; a great silence, becoming one with the universe. Liz's grandfather had been teaching the girl to take control of her emotions. The element of fire could be dangerously all consuming, and Grandpa Collins knew this. In the time before his death, she was able to keep her temper, but in later years she lost it and burnt things uncontrolled. One of the first fundamentals that the girls had been taught was that their magic was directly linked to their emotions, and how one affected the other.
Liz had sunk deep into the ground, not remembering when she'd came to the field. But only the great happiness this place held. She couldn't remember anything before the field, and thought nothing to become of it after. The woman heard her name, and sat slowly upward spotting Kali.
“Where's Grandpa?” The woman asked in a sing-song voice, having seeing her best friend. Her mind assumed that he would be with her. Not acknowledging in her mind that he had been dead for years now. For she came here to forget all the bad, and horrible things she'd experienced in the last few years. Triggered by the most recent of it.