The Eternal Flame

Kara looks at the one Juniper had told her about, the leader of her people. He's so very, very tall. The small cleric struggles not to temble in fear while looking at him. He has asked to speak with her in private, wishing to gather all information he can as to their purposes and needs. 
As she approaches, he lifts his wings, large, ingiting them with white fire. I can see why Cyrus craves Flamehart's power. Flamehart radiates pure, unbridled power. He calls himself the Red Angel but honestly, Flamehart looks the part more. 
"You must be the young cleric that Lady Pyra spoke to us about." He says, lowering his wings and killing the fire. "You held your calm, dispite your fear of fire. Clearly you have come far to overcoming your phobia."
She stops in front of him and he motions to a table and chair. One her size and one his. "Please, have a seat. We have much to discuss."
Kara takes her seat, watching as he takes his. His wings relax, the metal and porcline frames scraping against the floor. He notices her watching them and almost smiles, head tilting like a hawk.
"Curious about my wings, young cleric?" She looks at him. She nods her head. Flamehart lifts his wings again, lighting them slightly. The fire is low, just making them glow.
"They're different that Juni... Pyra's." She says. "Not as birdlike."
"Personal discression." He lowers his wings once again. "Now, tell me. What is it that has brought you so far?"