Being in a small house filled with people is driving me insane. The last thing I want to do is let my temper flare with a bunch of people who are already going through a lot of s**t. People who are willing to help us and put themselves in a dangerous situation.
I just wish knowing all that would make it easier to deal with them.
We all agreed not to go far from the house alone, so every time I feel like I can’t take it anymore, I step outside and go to the edge of the woods. Beneath the safety of the trees, I let my fire magic go, like exhaling a frustrated breath.
In the shadows beneath the trees, flames dance from my fingertips, and I study them as my muscles ease, if only a little. Fire mages need to use their magic when it starts to build up, but more so when our emotions run high.
