Agora Hills

What, really? Xina looked up at her mother, a confused scowl over her features. How does one control their emotions? How does it fuel? She has to find a way to make that work. She was already aNGRY at having to sit here. She was always angry if she was called upon to do something someone else wanted to do.

Her muscles started to ache from holding them so tightly, she wanted to BITE something!!! NO! She'll BE the wildfire! Woe to all who cross her path, when she's older she'll be strongest! She'll be the storm, how do storms have eyes? How do you be the eye of a storm? Xina raked her claws into the soil, scraping the surface.