10-22-2025, 10:46 AM
i burn from the hell i've seen, but the devil can't hold me down
He has never stopped to consider the real power of fire and flame. True, he is a creature whose very essence is born from the ashes of a blaze. That part of fire courses through the marrow of his bones and comes as easily to him as blinking or breathing. But the other part of fire, that part that consumes and takes and destroys...he has never given credence to that part.
Maybe that is why fire is a rarer power, even here in this land bloated with magics both new and old. A system of checks and balances, meant to keep them from destroying themselves and the land around them.
Her gaze never wavers, and though he is immune to the heat radiating from her flesh he can still feel the blaze from her eyes. A chuckle leaves his throat, an earthy tone that comes from somewhere deep in his chest. "Now that you mention it, I haven't met any other tree healers either. Guess someone had to be the first." His mother had been like him, but he can barely remember her face let alone what she did with her gifts. He doubts very much that she spent her free time healing the forest, but she came from a different Beqanna. One full to the brim with excitement and wanderlust. Their Beqanna is quieter, almost boring in comparison. As a creature cursed with immortality, he had to find ways to pass the time somehow.
"Brinly. Its a pleasure." he says in that same soothing timber, his head dipping in acknowledgement as his gaze found hers. Something in her eyes makes him sad, and for a moment he feels that song stirring in his chest. Instead, he reaches forward with his muzzle, though he hesitates before making contact with her shoulder. "You don't have to be afraid of burning me. You couldn't, even if you wanted to." he says softly. He doesn't know if its the right thing to say, but his heart says that maybe it is, and its never been wrong before.
fireheart
@Brinly