Wrena
set fire to the rain
Wrena did not love the cold at all and cold it was. For her cold is anything below seventy degrees fahrenheit – she’s not coldblooded, but her soul certainly is. The sea’s craggy, sand-blown edges seem to call for her always or at least several times a season. This time of year though, it is chilly and the winds cannot decide if they want to spit snow, rain or ice sometimes. Ever lapping, the sea sets a calm atmosphere to escape to; it’s whispers echoing from the caves and the wind carving between the pillars of stone and earth.
The lithe, rusty-red yearling cannot tell if it is early spring or late winter – who gives a shit, right? She shivers to herself and watches the curls of black smoke puff from her nostrils as she snorts out a cold breath. Ah, a fire, she thinks. Too windy out here in the open, but these shallow caves with wide arching mouths of rock looking out onto the sea are simply perfect for a airy fire.
As she gathers thin logs, dried moss and grass and various kindling – all things she was taught by her mother as soon as it was discovered she was a girl of fire – she fails to notice the others on the beach. Once the things were gathered, kindling piled and perfectly pitched and her pile of semi-dry wood to the side. She blows softly and only a flicker of spark rolls off of her tongue…this is mostly the extent of her magic at her young age, but it is enough to spark a standing fire. The pile ignites and she blows a little more until the flames lick and hiss. Mumurations of tiny fire-birds dance and flit until they fade like any other ember, but Wrena saw them. Each time fire comes out of her it creates something fleeting like that.
She stands over the warmth in a trance of sorts. Orange and white flicker off the shadowy stone and glitter across her reddish skin, her obsidian scaled wings and light her simmering eyes. The crackling of fire cannot be heard by a naked ear, not with the crashing waves and the heartbeat of the sea’s breathing winds, but the faint glow would stand out to anyone with eyes who happens to be on the beach at this hour.