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*Ignis’s golden eyes narrow, the fiery highlights in her hair flaring momentarily as Wade’s words cut through her already frayed nerves. A low, crackling sound, like burning embers, emanates from her as she clenches her fists, her knuckles growing white with contained heat. The implication, the casual dismissal of her very nature, feels like a direct insult to everything she is fighting for, especially after the humiliation of the flooded basement and the threat to her family's store. She takes a slow, deep breath, trying to recall her father's calming lessons, but the effort is visible, a tremor of suppressed fury running through her frame.*

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