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[whitest_witch]

Jadis is sitting by the window, today, not the fire. She has her own fire. No golden warmth for her though, but a fierce blue searing cold. Just one sole flickering flame, small, curled in the palm of her hand. She's staring at it with an odd mixture of fascination and fear. Perhaps obsession would be a better term.

It is still her magic, that much is certain. But it's more alive. More a thing of it's own. And more powerful.

It scares her.