Brennybear (upinflames) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-08 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03 |
You're crashing, but you're no wave
Who: Bren and Neil
Where: a mostly abandoned parking lot
When: An hour-ish after sunset
Bren slumped back against the side of the car she was sitting next to. She hadn't seen this thing move in at least a week, so presumably it was abandoned, much like this parking lot. It was a few blocks from her apartment. The asphalt was cracked in a lot of places, with weeds shooting up between, and the trees had grown tall, seeming to loom threateningly, as if they intended to take over this little patch of human destruction. The young woman reflected briefly that she would probably find this place very sad, if her element was Earth.
But it wasn't, and this was a reasonably safe place to practice with fire. She wasn't doing the hand thing, because she'd burn her bandaid off and that would suck. She was, however, trying just about everything under the sun to make more fire. Some of it worked, some of it didn't. Bogart was in the woods somewhere, collecting sticks and periodically bringing them back, giving her fuel for a bigger fire if she wanted one. She'd managed to give him a bath and herself a shower, and they both had that annoying wet feeling now, so she'd decided to come here and practice until her hunger got too great and then go find food.
Look out, there's a guy across the lot from you. He doesn't see you though. Bogart's warning went unheeded, as Bren had managed to slip deep into some sort of meditation, trying to call up as much fire as she could, just trying anything to bring her element closer. The familiar, a smallish Jack Russell Terrier, had been saying for a week now that fire was about to accept her, and Bren was starting to feel it too, eager and trying to urge it along any way she could.