[She watches the fire flicker and it's... amazing, really. It looks alive, somehow, even if it's really small and held in the palm of your hand. She can't help reaching out a little, though she stops before actually touching it]
It doesn't hurt you? [Maybe it's because she's the one making it?] But it really is beautiful. [It's different from the sort she thinks she saw on that ship, when the lightning struck it. She wonders how many different kinds of fires there are.]
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[She watches the fire flicker and it's... amazing, really. It looks alive, somehow, even if it's really small and held in the palm of your hand. She can't help reaching out a little, though she stops before actually touching it]
It doesn't hurt you? [Maybe it's because she's the one making it?] But it really is beautiful. [It's different from the sort she thinks she saw on that ship, when the lightning struck it. She wonders how many different kinds of fires there are.]