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The fireplace cannot maintain a spark today. No matter what coaxes it, any power short of a God's touch keeps the coals cold and the flame guttered out.
The boy to blame is -- sitting. There. With two great dogs, who are equally low-key in mood. In fact, it's like an almost palpable level of depair wraps aroud the trio, sapping the Firebender of heat and the gray hounds of energy.
But then, when you've lost your family -- again -- nothing really makes it better.
[Empaths beware; depressed teen and his dogs, highly projectible despair. Poke at your own risk.]
The boy to blame is -- sitting. There. With two great dogs, who are equally low-key in mood. In fact, it's like an almost palpable level of depair wraps aroud the trio, sapping the Firebender of heat and the gray hounds of energy.
But then, when you've lost your family -- again -- nothing really makes it better.
[Empaths beware; depressed teen and his dogs, highly projectible despair. Poke at your own risk.]