Medicine Dance

Iolaire could see the gears working in his skull. He knew of fire, but she doubted that he knew how to make one. "Want me to show you?" Digging in one of the smaller pockets in the front of her pack, the small woman pulled out a stone and a chunk of metal. Pulling together some of the bits of plant that were too dry and damaged to use, she struck flint and sparks flew. Leaning down, the woman blew upon the sparks and soon a little fire was burning between them. "Steel and flint," she said with a grin, pristine white teeth flashing.

It seemed as though he'd run into Ashen wolves before and her brow furrowed. He surely hadn't run into Sirius. Sandor claimed that he didn't want to cause trouble and the woman gave a single nod. "Just be careful. Especially if you value your freedom." She wouldn't go in depth, but hopefully that would serve as sufficient warning.

Rising from her place, Iolaire pulled her pack over her neck, settling it in place. "Well, it's been fun. Good travels on your way back home." With a nod, the tiny fae kicked sand over the smoldering fire, effectively extinguishing it before turning and padding back towards Ashen. Hopefully the boy would go in the other direction.