Of fire she knew only the ceaseless hunger, a destruction wrought in tender flames of warmth. Lost in cavernous halls of echoing thought that which it imbued, peace a notion far from burning heart, a caged beast bearing a fraying collar.

Unhurried each step, from mind lacking the burden of barbaric practices played out among coarse dunes that plagued those few, unwilling hosts to atrocities performed upon their shore, yet others roved those fraying threads. Departure had been noted, though the time of it was rather late compared to when it was conducted, seized her heart beneath a crushing worry. Though meagre at least trackable his activities during time of solitary confinement, this bore the weight of something different, however. Of course alone was she in carrying the knowledge of another, she who tended a garden amidst the heat of the desert, imparted in words he knew note were light with affection.

Among their company he was within safe harbours, the delay of relayed information a false security they clung to as the hours wore on.

Of Trygve may one say he held the gift of fury but of tact he was lacking. Stilled her forward momentum as upon the salt touched breeze was carried the nausieating smell of charred flesh. For a moment Eulia thought better of attending what was surely a hurt peer, yet such was all she had, the momentary forethought put aside in favour of hastily conducted approach. Alike was her own concluded with a fair distance between, lone ships in the night they three, bathed within the flickering illumination of oddly hued flames licking at the skies dark belly.

To the tip of her tongue arose his name, yet about it did teeth close, sorrow alight within depths of bleached lilac, wavering as it skirted along the assembled mass. Almost may she see it, the cruel teeth of decaying heat arising in another flickering extension, pitiful the whimper that slipped between pursed lips. His was this moment and thus sand streaked the paw thst was pressed to mouth to stifle any other, to Trygve her attention turning.

— eulia iren roux | typhoon beta | draconic jaguar

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Georgia had an odd thing about fire.

She was born of the ocean, clearly; her element was water. The element of change, of healing, of life. Though it could be turbulent and unforgiving, it was what she knew, and what she trusted. Now, the thing about fire - it was almost like forbidden fruit for Georgia. There was only so far outside her domain she was willing to go, but fire was brilliant and warm and it danced. She would always be weary of it, watching from a distance, but her eyes would be filled with curiosity and some odd sort of longing. What would it be like, to touch those flames? To harness them? The allure of fire's power was strong, heavy and hot, and Georgia wanted so badly to know what it was like.

All these thoughts crossed her mind when she crossed paths with a very angry, spiteful, fire-spitting jaguar and a purple bonfire. It looked to be a nice setting, with blankets and pillows and things, but Georgia had heard the crashing of the palm trees and had seen the explosion of sparks into the sky. She watched, dubious, as Ry stared bitterly into the flames, and found herself frowning. She wasn't sure what sort of intentions he had, or why he was so pissed, but Georgia was hardly sure she could enjoy the heat of the fire in good conscience while knowing the boy was clearly blowing off steam.

Eyes roaming, she noticed Goldie, and a small arrow of safety lodged itself in Gia. If an injured, pregnant lady was willing to put herself in this scene, then surely it couldn't be that bad. Georgia would look again, just past Goldenluxury, and noticed Eulia, though she looked rather frightened. She knew the two to be brother and sister, and sort of hoped Ry would ease his tensions for his sister, because the other girl looked terrified, if the squeak that fell from her lips was any correct indication.

Georgia decided, against her better judgment, to flop onto one of the strewn about blankets, resigning herself to watching the purple flames skyrocket into the air. "Why are they purple?" The fawn somali asked, not really moving herself in any sort of way to indicate that she was talking to someone in particular.

The sage knew that, as of late, his and Trygve's relationship had been... strained. Roan was much more prone to snapping as of late, mainly used to the amount of work that he had been doing. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that Ry had gotten more reckless over time, only creating more work for the draconic feline – even though his younger brother had a habit of refusing his treatment, which only caused more anger on both sides. Despite this, Roan figured that it wouldn't make things any better to avoid Trygve entirely. Besides, if they avoided each other for too long, then Roxie would probably catch on, and the sage wasn't exactly over eager to have his mama lecturing both he and Ry. Although the fire wasn't exactly alluring to Roan, who had never been a huge fan of the elements in general. While he obviously had a kinship with the sea, thanks to his being born in the Typhoon, water was not the element that he had control over. Instead, he controlled electricity with the flick of a paw, watching as bolts would spring forth and scorch the earth. Unfortunately, electricity could often lead to fire, and considering Roan's previous bad experiences with his own powers – and his lack of total control over them – he tended to want to stay away from flames.

The young male was nothing if not stubborn, however, a trait that he more than likely picked up from his mama. So, he pushed through the anxiety that he felt over the smoke trailing slowly up into the sky, making his way over to where a rather substantial group was already standing. He noticed Eulia's anxiety over the fire, as well as Natyli's attempts to soothe her, and decided that he would be most comfortable near Goldie, taking a seat near his cousin. His wings folded snugly against his back, and he wrapped his tail tightly around his paws, seemingly trying to pull all of his limbs away from the flames as much as possible. Goldie and Georgia were the only ones who had spoken thus far, so Roan didn't feel too awkward in muttering, glancing over at Trygve and taking in his enraged, glaring figure, "What has you all up in arms this time?" He tried his best not to make it sound like he thought Ry was being ridiculous, but the condescension tended to slip into his tone, sure that his brother had done something stupid or ill advised. As his blue eyes trailed down to the blood dripping from Trygve's jaws, he said bluntly, "You could've just used a match, you know... all you did was hurt yourself." Roan had no knowledge of the bond between Natyli and Trygve, but if he had, he would've been even more angry, furious that Ry did something that would hurt not only himself, but their sister as well.