I smiled and turned my head to face him. I decided to play a little game with him. I playfully grinned at him and turned my hair to fire, burning his arm.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind
