You were a fire element, a fiery little being that the city was not made for. You were sitting in your philosophy class (you’re in college) and were completely tuned out until you felt a singe in your hand. You feel it back from the desk and seethe, flames burning higher as you look at the element who say next to you. A worried water element, reaching out to see if you were hurt. “Oh, geez, I’m so, so sorry. I- I didn’t mean to. Are you alright?” You see how his eyes start to water up.