Moths to the Flame [open]

As she took in more of the flames to her hair, her hair began to slowly shift in hue from being a soft lavender to an intense royal purple, which then caused her eyes to glow softly, making this the queue to slow down the consumption of the flames and allow herself to recharge from drawing so much in. As she was beginning to settle, she heard the voice of the previous male that was collected next to the Genin, and "Ulv". The male approaching her and introducing himself did cause some of her tension to fade, though she was still very hesistant towards interacting. As she listened to his introduction, he spoke in reference to her demonic nature, and the way he spoke about it made it feel like it wasn't as large of a deal to him as what she made it seem like. As he spoke "...Just be careful, alright?" She released her arms from being folded and extend her hand forward to meet with his with a soft corner smile. Although she was open to the gesture, the motion to do so was very slow as she was still very shy towards this.

As their hands connected, she was tugged forward which startled her thinking it was a ploy for an attack, and thusly closing her eyes and closing off her body once more. But instead of hostility she was greeted with a whisper, in which gave her more seeds of advice to latch onto. The soft tones of his voice caused her to relax a lot more and as she heard his advice she nodded softly, but then quickly broke free of his hand, as a precaution for herself moreso than the interaction. As she stood to Steiner, she spoke softly, "Thank you, thank you for your kind words~... ummm be their light... in darkness. Okay~" She smiled lightly, as her hair finally began to normalize into strands of hair rather than torrents of flames.

As the interaction between them concluded, she then contemplated the options. She began to walk slowly, thinking of the interactions she could have within the area, and as she walked she casually gazed back and forth looking at those whom were distraught by the devastation the demons had caused for them. But more importantly, the way they looked back to her. They looked as though she were unwelcomed, and truth be told. She was. They knew of her demonic descent and wondered if she was there to create even more havoc, or report conditions for a round two. There were only two reactions she had seen, either she was a demon and needed to leave, or that she was a demon and was too week to be a threat, but was a signal to call the true worry back down here. The reactions did not matter individual, because the bottom of it all that hurt her emotionally was simple; you are weak and not welcome here.

Her slow strides came to a halt almost as she looked to the heroism the Genin displayed, how she had started to pick up the rubble instantaneously with her earth based abilities. Steiner rallying the spirits of those who were low behind her, and she...she stood. "...If you can't think of what to do.. well that's a shame..." echo-ed repeatedly in her head, followed by the phrase Tha'alyuua left her on "...they will kill you on sight, for bringing the thing that caused this pain to their homes." Then more negativity began to spiral in with that...but as Steiner completed one among many rally chants, his enthusiasm began to pierce through it all as now the phase was "...not all demons cause destruction." and moment's later "...be these people's light in a dark time."

She then remembered "Ulv's" suggestion of finding a kitchen of some sort to hide from the public, so that she could prepare food, and went to follow that order. But rather than finding a kitchen, she began to make herself useful in it's own right. Her hair began to extend outwards, picking up large chunks of rubble that barricaded the storefront she had taken the flames from previously and began to
carefully set them down in front of her. As the stones began to settle, she then turned her arms into the purple flames prior and began to heat the top surface of the rock, making it a viable and even cooking surface. As the hair released itself from the stone it then whipped itself into the store itself, finding the good salvages of meat and vegatables that were not destroyed by the crumbling rubble and started to place them onto the cooking stones. She continued preparing dishes in this way for as long as their were good rations of food to take care of. With her hair finishing its collection of goods, it began to form small hand shapes and extended outwards, each hand holding different entrees of hot food she had prepared as she continued to cook with her actual hands. The array for her hair extending outwards looked as though she were a tree spreading it's roots into the lad around her as there were rows upon rows of steaming plates available to be taken. And as the plates were taken, the "branch" moved away from it's location to grab another prepared plate and replace itself.

During this time she had kept her head down to allow herself time to relax as she wasn't too certain of the looks others gave her, and simply focused on what she could do. But as she felt more and more people taking plates, she slowly turned her head upwards so that she could speak as the crowds slowly formed around her to grab food. "Umm... I'm sorry for what they did...I'm--I'm not bad...I hope you all accept these meals as a way for me to apologize for their actions... Not all of us are bad...I--I'm really sorry...I truly, hope you enjoy yourselves~" she spoke, stuttering as she did so out of fear, and once she spoke her piece, her head jetted downward again as she continued to prepare food for the rally of those whom were around her.