[b]Madison[/b]

She was admiring the weapons on display, her mind creating battle scenes in her head in order to give the small collection a life of its own. Madison smiled at the thought that maybe one day she may be able to display such prowess, but she still had a long way to go.

"No, no more questions from me Mr. Kessinger," she replied. "I just want to learn how to better control fire. Not that I can't control my emotions, that's not what I'm trying to say, but admittedly, I get distracted from time to time." Madison held out her hand and after a subtle wave, a small flame appeared dancing around her hand. "I only hurt myself once, just a small burn on my arm after a lesson I had with my father. I was concentrating too hard in attempting to perfect the technique I had just learned, and I forgot to connect with the element. By the time I realized I wasn't going to pull it off, it was too late." She put the flame out, and looked at her teacher in the eye. "If I can't prevent self-injuries, how do I expect anyone else to be safe around me?"