I'm not sure what more I can say about our burninating mistress of conflagration. She inflames her enemies, and our hearts. With passion and freckles, she singes our sensibilities, and we can't help but harbor a smouldering ember of affection, even if we're on the wrong side of her firestorm.
I've always wondered, does she smell like a cedarwood campfire? I really hope that she doesn't smell like burning hair. Though it would make sense, what with the ...burning hair.
I've never had the guts to find out by asking her to power up during a photo shoot. Partially, it's the fear of torching the studio, and partially it's that I may not be able to resist the urge to poke marshmallows at her head.
For Magic the Gathering, copyright Wizards of the Coast.
Special thanks to the Utah County Fire Dept. Who, after several incidents with my Chandra photoshoots, know me by name. Though they've recently honored me with a nickname of "Stevo A. McBastardassface."