So when I was about 5, Igneous and I were in the woods doing who knows what. This was part of the time when I didn't have my powers under control. At all. When I would get too emotional my powers would flare up (quite literally) and cause mayhem.
So this butterfly landed on the back of my hand. Keep in mind that I was 5. So I did what any 5 year old would do. I flipped out. And the butterfly caught on fire...
I started balling when Igneous realized what happened. He brought me to our tree house. There he drew me a picture of a butterfly. We had special paper that couldn't catch on fire somehow. Please don't ask how, I have no idea.

That's actually what got me into art in the first place. Most of my stories come back to Igneous. Cause without him I have incredibly boring stories. So ya...