There was a wedding going on in town. One of the Heroes of Sandpoint, Synovia, was marrying that nice, foreign guard. Manny or something. Mara knew she wasn't going. If her mother had been around, perhaps she would've gone with her, but since Mara was effectively alone, there wasn't much point. She didn't know this Synovia, and from what she could figure out, the woman wasn't going to be joining in their mission to put a stop to the giants. And maybe... Well, maybe it was all too happy. Her parents had died so recently. How could anyone bear to smile? How dare anyone? Didn't they know what had even happened to her? Flames flared up around Mara as her grief surged to the fore. The heat snapped Mara out of her thoughts, and seeing the flames beginning to coalesce in the room Vrinn had so kindly provided her, she focused. The giants. She was going out tomorrow with all the rest of them, to kill the giants. All the giants that were responsible. As she thought, Mara brought all her to will to bear against the sparks trying to find purchase somewhere. Ramming them together in front of her, she formed a tiny pinky-tip sized pea of bright blue fire. Sweat beading down her brow, she moved it slowly through the air to one of the candles that had been provided. Slowly, so slowly, she placed it at the candle's wick. It caught flame as the intense heat from the flames melted the wax around it. Soon enough, the bead of fire had been expended and the candle was a puddle on the small table. Mara glared at it. That's what she would do to all the giants responsible. She'd turn them into little scorched puddles. However, until then, she needed to control herself. Grimacing, she got up, and dressed in her clothes, the only ones that had survived the fire. She had an extra set now, but they didn't feel right. They felt too bright. Like they didn't understand that life couldn't be that bright anymore. Mara shook her head. She needed to go find Miro, get him to help her control herself. She couldn't be endangering the people around her. Looking down at her numbed sister, sitting on the bed across from her own, she bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "You may not be able to talk right now, but don't worry. I'll take care of everything. I'll avenge our parents, and when I'm done, you'll be all better." She stepped out of the room, descending the stairs quickly and running into town. Avoiding the wedding entirely, and heading only to Chopper's Isle where the construction was going on, the dark thoughts began to again bubble up to the surface. How could people be dancing and laughing? How could they shed their tears of joy? Anger and grief once again warring within, manifested on the outside. Except, this time there was nobody around to endanger. She fed the power, built it up, and then shot it out in an explosive burst behind her. Launching into the air, she issued a steady blast of flame from her feet, maintaining her height. From up here, she could see the white frivolity of the wedding. Tearing her gaze away, Mara launched herself towards the island, covered in men and women building something real, something lasting. As she landed, Mara looked around for Miro, someone who was accustomed to wielding true power. Instead, she saw a horse woman directing the laborers. A horse woman. She had sheets of paper and books, and a few writing utensils floating in slow orbit around her. When she needed one, it would seem to just always be there in front of her. Mara approached, stomping forwards and putting her hands on her hips. "Excuse me, where is Miro? He promised he would control me." Mara frowned. That wasn't right. "No, hold on now. He promised he would help me control myself. Damn it. Where is he?" she demanded once again of the strange creature.