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// Entry 14: Oven Mitts 
// Story: Bound Elemental 
// by Kendallonian 
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Before leaving yesterday, Pinkie left me with a gift. A pair of oven mitts. Twilight says they’re industrial-grade, so they definitely won’t burn when I put them on.

I… I don’t know what’s going on in my mind right now. I…

Maybe my confusion can be summed up like this:

I don’t have to burn everything I touch.

Fire is me. Fire is my identity, and yet… its now possible for me to interact with certain flammable objects without destroying them. Do I want that? Is interacting with things without burning them something I can see myself doing in the future?

It’s one thing for me to leave a stack of papers alone in my room without giving them a second thought. It’s entirely another to pick them up, study them, maybe use them, and then put them back down again no worse for wear. How is that even possible?

I mean, with oven mitts, obviously, but…

Sweetie Belle is probably going to be excited that I can finally try her ideas of drawing and painting. I don’t know if I have the self-restraint to finish anything without burning it…

Scratch that. I definitely don’t have the self-restraint for that sort of thing. It is un-possible. Cannot be done. Sorry, Sweetie, The oven mitts only theoretically expand what sort of jobs I can do; in reality I’m the same bright flame underneath that I’ve always been. One thing is for sure; I won’t be interacting non-destructively with any flammable objects any time soon.