Nessie grimaced, staring at the candle. As much as she didn't want to, she reached out for the viper power in her, and sought to light the candle. She focused on the candle, focused on making the wick burn, and making it light. She struggled, feeling beads of sweat roll down her back, and stared unblinkenling at the candle. 

She was failing. She knew that. maybe she could just give up and go home. Home...to her brothers...where they would smile kindly at her and welcome her back, knowing she had fail. 

"NO!" She bellowed. She was done being the small mousey girl that everyone just seemed to look over. Done being the thing her brothers, her father protected. She was done with it all. 

She stared furiously at the wick, "You. Will. Light!" She hissed, and the fire formed in her hand, and she threw it at the wick, watching as it caught and flickered.