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"Crazy-crazy," Myra replied, "Somthing thats totally insane," - -  Honey poked her head out the door just as Shara was walking past, "Hello!" she said sweetly

"What's your craziest one?" Myra asked.

"Are they just as crazy?" Myra asked, smiling.

"Thanks." Myra said, "I kinda made that on the spot."

"Then powers might be a genetic mutation that allows a person to more easily access certain aspects of chaos energy, and having magic talent is a less intense and more common a variation of that same mutation, or powers is a more intense variation of magic talent." Myra concluded. "That was really random, wasn't it?" she asked.

"Do you think that powers are related to chaos energies too?" Myra asked.

"Since when was having special powers normal?" Myra asked.

"I wonder who it could be?" Myra continued, "You probably don't know why there is a family tie."

"I wonder if anybody in my family practiced magic," Myra wondered.

"Not all people are good at art or running though, so is there a pattern to who has magical talent and who doesn't?" Myra asked.

"I do?" Myra asked, "All I've ever done is read about magic, I don't really understand how I can have a talent for it."

Myra looked down and realized the flame was no longer in her hand, "I wonder when it went out?" she mused, "Kinda ironic, seeing how I was asking questions about what happens when I don't pay attention."

"I was just curious," Myra replied, "I don't really want to come across as some pyro- maniac."

"Do you really think I would do that?" Myra asked.

"Does it work in reverse? Can I will it to burn me?" Myra asked.

Myra contemplated the flame in hand, "It's strange, I can feel the flame's heat, but it doesn't burn me." she said.

Myra maintained the flame continuously, "I think I'm doing it," she said excitedly.

Myra stared a the flame again, determined not to let it go out.

"Let's try again," Myra said eagerly. - - Tirade closed the door and helped Varen over to a bed, and then collapsed in the other one.

Myra looked up at Skye and grinned, causing the flame to die. "Dang it!" she mumbled. - - "Bye!" Tirade waved back.

Myra kept the flame going, though it began to sputter a bit. - - "Thanks Harmony," Tirade said, helping Varen in.

Myra stared at the flame, trying to keep it alive. - - "Hmph," Varen grunted

"Yea, I am," Myra said. holding out her hand again. - - "I didn't ask you two to insult me," Varen replied.

"I suppose," Myra said getting ready to try again. - - "That sounds about right" Tirade replied.

The flame in Myra's hand disappeared, and Myra sighed in frustration. - - "Someday, probably in the distant future," Tirade sighed dramaticly.