The Party: Before Twelve | Evie, Barclay, and Open
Evie watched as Barclay reached for the fire. His words made an awful lot of sense, something she'd never really thought a whole lot about. She didn't even ever really think about all of that much outside of making sure she had control of what she was able to do and that she didn't allow herself to get too emotional and lose that control.
"I wouldn't say I have a short fuse. Not usually." She shook her head. Never mind that her red hair wasn't natural either, but she didn't think that was important. It didn't matter. "And those who control more than one?" Sure, in her case fire was clearly far more dominant, but she doubted that was always the case, even if she didn't have proof.