((( Zhio POV's )))
"Light yours then we'll pray."
I attempted to use it although never in my life had I held something as such. I've got a Zippo that was probably on the car so I just took one stick and stroked it against the side of the box. It didn't light up. Second one broke. Third one did too until it slowly ran out of content.
Something like that should be too easy to use then why can't I do it?
She held her stomach in laughter, "Do it gently."
I tried more gently as she instructed but still failed miserably. She held my hand and helped me lit the stick together, "Do it like this."
I tried for the last time and finally gave up, "Why is this thing so difficult to do?"
"Lighting a match takes heartfelt dedication you know," she teased again. "You're like a kid; can't even light a match."
"Shut up and just pray there," I hissed. My devilish horns were sprouting yet again.
