The Dance of Fates: Bellatrix
She leaned forward and her own stick nearly dropped into the fire, but she quickly pulled it back up.
Smiling, Vivien leaned a little closer, enjoying the warmth of the campfire against her cheeks.
"Vivien," Celine called, and she looked up to find her watching her with a curious expression. "Won't crystals melt under the fire?"
Vivien laughed. "Yes, but I am not a crystal, am I?" Celine nodded. She continued while focusing on her stick. She held a crystallized finger against the fire and it melted. When she pulled away, her normal finger was black. "But once I cover myself with crystals, fire will eat me."
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