I watched them spiral upward, each orange spark a tiny sun born from a log I’d chosen, a flame I’d whispered to. The others saw fire. I saw a language. The crackle wasn't random noise; it was the pop of a secret shared between me and the deep, molten heart of the world.
I finally turned to Kael. The firelight reflected in his eyes, two smaller versions of my own dominion. "You think I'm looking at it," I said, letting a spark jump the gap between the fire pit and my finger. It landed, warm as a kiss, then vanished. "I'm not looking at it. I'm listening ." lily starfire pov
I was never cold. And I never, ever forgot a debt. I watched them spiral upward, each orange spark
That was the question, wasn't it? Most of the time, the fire whispered simple things. Hunger. Growth. More wood, girl. But tonight, the flames were restless. They leaned east. They hissed a name I hadn't heard in ten years. The crackle wasn't random noise; it was the
The flames behind me bowed low, as if in farewell. Then they snuffed themselves out, leaving Kael alone in the sudden, absolute dark.