Beila sets her arms at her sides, closes her eyes thoughtfully, then sticks an arm out and sweeps it. Nothing happens except a little flame near her fingertips; she frowns, shakes her hand like it's fallen asleep, tries again, and gets a sillhouette of fire about an inch away from her skin, following the arc. When her arm stops moving, it dissipates.
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Date: 2015-08-03 12:18 am (UTC)"Eee."