Her legs swung from the tree branch she was perched upon. Ramona had her lighter in her hand, flicking the trigger and letting the flame burn slowly. She manipulated fire, throwing it, shaping it, even engulfing herself in it without a single burn, but creating it was something she could not accomplish so her lighter was always with her. Ramona let the howls roll past her ears without a response. She clasped the lighter top shut then crawled back down the tree to the ground. Her black tight leggings were tucked into her mid-calf black combat boots and her deep red top dipped into a V in the front and flowed in the wind from the sheer material. She opened the lighter and flicked the trigger, bringing the flame alive again. Her hand waved over the flame and the fire moved to her hand. She put the lighter back in her pocket and formed the flame into a large circular ball, throwing it back and forth from hand to hand as she walked back toward her home through the Forrest slowly.