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[futures_of_ash]

It's her time on the lake once more, a dose of sanity among the scattered dreaming. So there is a girl, drifting over the freezing waters, looking down, red hair spilling onto a flame colored cloak. She doesn't look dangerous, in fact, she looks rather lost just bobbing there in the air.

Come say hello.

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[futures_of_ash]

Exactly, one takes the lessons necessary, learns the contol, or they destroy themselves. Doesn't mean she can't wish it was otherwise.

::I may hold you too that:: she admitted honestly. ::I may drag you back to this conversation, hold up that remark, and ask for forgiveness...:: most anger burns quick and hot, hers as well, she knows that. But somethings crystallize into hate in the hottest furnaces of brief rage don't they?

And there's the Phoenix...so driven by emotion...

She'll be playing with fire it seems. It's alright, she does it all the time.

A gentle kiss is pressed to Mel's forehead ::Not yet. Get a good nights rest if you can, eat a heavy meal. You'll burn up alot in our lessons. I'll get as stable as I can...then we'll begin. We'll start the lessons here:: yes, the lake. Where else?

[slayer_fray]

Some things do. Others burn away into ash. Mel's always known the latter. Maybe the fire of the Phoenix will teach her otherwise, maybe not.

::Here:: she confirms. ::Thank you, Rachel::

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel can't judge what each person learns from the Phoenix, she won't even begin to try. Instead she just hugs Mel once more before stepping back, leaving just that hand clasp with Mel...

::Of course:: Always. Mel never had to ask.