Phelmit
It seems unjust to keep this fire starved and nearly dying, but you know as well as any why these embers cannot flare. The reaching was so much harder than the finding, but you put out of mind what you have done to get here.
A gentle breath is all it takes to get this fire roaring, and a single twig will keep it burning longer than you need. Smoke fills the room as the flames dance high, each crack and snap a sigh of relief. It knows you're there, but cares not, unless - are you flammable? You step back before the flames can leap your way. The smoke sighs. The fire settles. Accepts, begrudgingly, what little freedom it's been given.
It pays you no mind until you wave a second twig, and now, very suddenly, you are interesting. Its curiousity burns brighter than the light it sheds:
What would you ask of that which only takes?
Divine Domains
Fire
Associated with: Sun
