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Posted on July 8, 2010 at 07:38:39 PM by Serafina
You would think a person made of fire could never be cold. You’d be wrong, you’d be very, very wrong. A person made of fire can feel like their freezing even if they are actually the hottest thing in the room. For sera this is the case. It came as something she didn’t really expect the world had always felt cold to her and damp, the water in the air and atmosphere had constantly pressed against the flames she was comprised of and the world had felt constantly chilly and damp, not pleasant. It had been worse when the flood had come. Before that she’d never truly been scared that she may die, she was young, to her death was many, many years away. It hadn’t seemed like a possible occurrence until the great wave of water had come crashing down. She’d felt true terrifying fear that if the wave caught her, that if it came crashing down on her she would die, her flames would go out and poof she’d be no more. Frequently the flood had visited her in her dreams and she’d woken cold and scared that the water would rise again. Now though, something else was happening to her. Something that was just as equally unexpected an unexplainable was happening. At first she hadn’t really had any control over it, now though, now she seemed to have it under some control. She was able to draw the flames inside somewhere; she was able to be human. The first time it had happened she’d been more than shocked, and then she’d quite simply felt cold and wonderfully happy. Not that she was cold, and naked and had normal skin, but that she could touch, feel. It was peculiar and wonderful all at once. The feeling it gave her still hadn’t warn off. Admittedly this new form hadn’t been everything it was cracked up to be. There were some downsides for the girl that had previous been just sheer fire and she’d at first frequently been switching back and forth from a fire ball to having skin. She’d tired of switching back and forth when it became apparent that her clothes burned each time. Clothes in themselves had been some annoyance as she’d never needed them before, though now she was in a sense grateful for them. They had been complicated and annoying at first and had rubbed against her skin. But they had helped with the fact she found the world to be completely freezing. She hadn’t thought the change would be so distinct that the world would be even colder without the flame; she thought she’d have adjusted almost immediately but apparently not. The fire child found the world a very cold place still without the flames she was so used to she hadn’t even noticed that they were probably a great source of warmth they’d just been normal for her at least. Still even the un-comforts and the cold and all the new strange things she had to become accustom to such as personal distances and the like were amazing and she revelled in them. To be able to touch anything without decimating and destroying it was so new, so special to her. Now she could walk amongst people without hurting them and without having those shy or worse run away. She felt so happy and normal for a change, it was odd and brilliant all at the same time a complete cacophony of new experiences, new rules, new everything and it was all amazing in some way. Today was another of the days where she had her human form under her control and she’d even managed to dress with less difficulties than before, knots and buttons had been [particularly difficult for her at least. Today she wore casual combat trousers, with camouflage print and lots of pockets and room for her skin to not feel smothered but still warm. Her tops consisted of a mesh vest, over that was a long sleeved white t shirt and another a top was larger t shirt with shorter sleeves. This one was clearly a few sizes too big and a bright yellow in colour, admittedly it clashed with her loud bright red hair but she didn’t care, matching clothes and colours were still awkward. Her feet were covered in a set of socks that stretched up to her thighs and were dark purple covered with magenta dots, she wore a second set of socks cover them; black with white stars and flat small converse shoes, covered in different coloured hearts with laces the colour of the rainbow. Draped around her frame was a black hoodie, clearly it had belonged to someone else at some time or another as the sleeves were frayed and when they weren’t pushed up fell far past the girls hands. The hood if she actually wore it up fell to her nose and blinded her so it stayed down. Her clothes may not have been to everyone’s sense of style but they did the job of keeping her warm as she scrambled about the cold stone floors. She’d been surprised at how cold the stone could feel and she hadn’t liked it so she had quickly learnt the importance of having shoes which was why the soles of this particular pair were rather warn and made very little noise as she wandered the corridors able to go unnoticed for once. She hadn’t known how long she’d been wandering, nor had she really cared when she stumbled across a familiar looking person. At first she wasn’t sure if she was mistaken and was half thinking of running but no, she was sure she knew him and then it dawned. She remembered him because he hadn’t run or treated her like a freak; a large smile broke across her face and she sprinted the rest of the way to the boy. “FLYNNN!” |
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