She was a spirit of fire and wind born into a human body. She was of nature, and so connected with the natural world. She was of creation and destruction, and brought these where she went in equal measure. She put life into matter in flower and canvas, she brought warmth into home. Whatever she touched became color and vibrance, beauty and savor. But when she spoke, she cut. Her words were an edge, sometimes sharp and thrown with precision, sometimes dull and carelessly tossed about. They housed another spirit, the demon that settled on her in her youth, perhaps even from her birth. A little-known fact about spirits of wind and fire, when born into the half-natural existence of a human body: they are often accompanied by demons of fear. It is not known whether these demons affix themselves to the soul pre-birth, or tunnel their way in later on, attracted by the turbulence of the natural spirit within. Whatever their origins, these demons burrow deep into the psyche where ego meets anima. They feed on the feelings of fear and distrust, and their feedings manifest further fear and further doubt, begetting the more sinister materializations of these dark emotions. In such a way was Mother afflicted, and her affliction caused suffering for many, not least of which was herself.