Red walks through the forest at night, her cloak swirling around her. She is looking for a place to set fire to, to let loose her magic. The trees whisper warnings to her, but she pays them no heed. She has been walking for hours, and her feet are sore.
Finally, she finds a clearing that seems perfect. Red lifts her arms and chants in an ancient language, summoning the fire within herself. It burns brightly, and she revels in the heat it brings. She dances around the clearing, spinning and leaping, letting the flames consume her.
She feels alive here, free from all constraints. The fire is like a part of her, something that understands her. It doesn't judge her or tell her what she should ...