The Luna who rose from the flames
By the big fire, the elders shared tales of Flame-Lore.
Raea, the Fire Seer, spoke softly: “Long ago, a kingdom of ice-weavers rose in the north. Their walls grew higher, their hearts turned cold. We came and burned the walls, and provided warmth, heat. The fire we sparked cleansed, not consumed.”
Naia, seated near the waterfall mosaic, tapped her chalice and added, “And water soothed their wounds.”
Aglaya leaned in.
“Thalia: Fire is not anger. It is light. Let it reveal what hides in shadows.”
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