Don't drink the water... (open post)
Beatrice appears to have acquired a box of matches. At the minute she's just sitting in a corner, lighting pages from the back of her commonplace book and watching as they curl up and disintegrate into nothing but ash. It's so beautiful. So powerful. She can't imagine why she was ever afraid of this.
Nothing can stand in her way. All it takes is a single spark, and any obstacles she faces will fall at her feet.
This is going to wear off at some point. Still, anyone walking past might want to intervene. She's not taking any particular precautions about where the embers land.
Nothing can stand in her way. All it takes is a single spark, and any obstacles she faces will fall at her feet.
This is going to wear off at some point. Still, anyone walking past might want to intervene. She's not taking any particular precautions about where the embers land.