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Drifa was quiet as the two of them worked together to build up a tiny bed for the fire. As much preparation was put into making a proper home for flame as was making the flame itself. For all the destruction fire could wreak when it was small, it was fragile. Like many things she supposed. Carefully the flames were brought to life and Rhythm sat back with satisfaction as it blossomed into a warm centerpiece. She was grateful to have picked up such a skill, as long as it was properly maintained fire was a great asset.

”It grows on trees, I would look for places where winter doesn’t touch the landscape.” She offered, uncertain off the top of her head where she might find a lemon these days. ”If I’m not mistaken they ripen around the winter solstice. Tea sounds lovely, how about something minty?” At this point it would be much better to warm up before returning to Abaven. Hopefully Feather told the grandkids where she was.