Sena's heart thudded against her chest as she dashed her way around the street, her sketchbook clutched against her chest. Sena was at first hesitant to even set foot at The Cottage, but her mother figured that it would be best for her to go.
"At least make a few new friends that you can relate to your new... predicament," her mother had told her years ago when she had discovered her new abilities. They had come to her as a surprise; an unsuspecting cooking accident that set the kitchen on fire. Sena had mainly gone to the Cottege to train and control herself. Though her overactive imagination told her that she wasn't welcome -- hence the reason why she fled after the first few days of training. So even thinking about going back was a bit of an accomplishment. As the Cottage came into view, her little heart started pounding again. Sena flew through the door panting. Taking a deep breath she softly called out, "Sorry I'm late!"