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Today I tried to teach Pandora how to read and write when the most unexpected event occured. Perhaps I should start at the begining...

I woke up with Pandora chirping eagerly in my ear, bouncing on the pillow next to my bed. I had told her the night before that I would teach her to read and write soon, and all through the night she was restless; slowly awaiting the time when the sun would rise.
At last I rose, going through my morning routines with Pandora nestled in my mussed hair, or perched on my shoulder (with the exception of my shower of course... Fyre had plushed her off my shoulder just before I entered the bathroom). She was trying to rush me with chirps, chitters, and stuttered words of, "Hu-hu-hur-r-ry."
At long last I was dressed and I pulled out an old kindergarden book I had held onto since I was a child, from the attic. I pointed her out as much of the alphabet I could, and began intensely focusing on the first three letters. She seemed to catch on fast at first, but when at last I was showing her how to write them she didn't seem to understand very well. She had clasped the pencil between her wings and made two very odd shaped wiggly lines, as I showed her the letter "A". And two large, jagged circle shapes when I tried to teach her "B".
Eventually I got frustrated and went to get a snack at the kitchen, but as I returned the book appeared to be in flames. I was in utter shock, not only at the fact that my book was on fire, but also that the flames were not red or orange but an intense shade of blue. I grabbed a cup of water from the kitchen and dosed the book but to my surprise the water turned to ice as it hit the flames. I mused over this, and quickly figured that Pandora was quickly becoming aware of whatever element she had within her.
The flames died quickly, as I knew they would, and I held Pandora in my hands, her head turned in shame of what she had done. I gently stroked the top of her head and walked back to the study area. I placed her on my shoulder and rubbed my cheek to her's whispering words of comfort and solace. She seemed to calm down a bit but still I could tell she was upset. "It'll be alright," I told her, smiling as gently as I could, "I'm not mad at all. I'm actually quite happy that your latent element has finally begun to show." She seemed to cheer up and I felt some happiness resonate from her. She must've fed off of my words of kindness for she was suddenly jubilent again and eager to learn.
We ended the day after she had, at long last, learned to write the letters "A-C" to the degree that they were somewhat distinguishable.