Lighting it up, going to burn to the ground
He could watch her in motion always, but wreathed in fire, she is godly to him. His gaze alights without any shame, bright and wary in equal measure as he watches her build a runway and blitz down it. The crowd holds their breath and he right along with them, resisting the very real urge to pull the fire away from her himself in order to keep her safe. He doesn't, though his jaw tightens with the effort not to. She'd never forgive him for it, and not least of all because she has the ability to do so herself tucked in her belt. This is not a time for coddling, this is a moment for boldness and style, for bravery and reckless abandon, and he'd not take that from her.
She completes it spectacularly, the stumble at the end drawing a unified oooh forth before her rise and victory, to which then an ahhh built up and broke into applause and cheers. His own lift with them, loud and purposeful in their congratulations and adoring exaltations. "You read my mind," he murmurs with a smile to her low words. They both knew they'd be surfacing on the top today, but Firehawk has been right there with them, and Iskra would see the future of foolishness secured.
Most have long decided they'll sit this round out, but Firehawk persists with his confidence, despite the reflection of the flickering fire cast warily in his eyes as he regards the new bonfire. "Ready?" Iskra calls over to the youth, who flicks a look his way then nods. "Let's hear it for Firehawk!" Iskra calls to the crowd, inciting encouragement as a chant rises, giving the boy wings born from the voices of his peers. It elicits a shaky smile on the youth, and he mimics Iskra and Mel in turn, backing up and building distance and speed. He sprints, and as he leaves the air, flaming birds rise in rapid succession up the columns and plumes, screaming heat. Beneath, Iskra lets the logs bank lower, the blue flickering subtly.
She completes it spectacularly, the stumble at the end drawing a unified oooh forth before her rise and victory, to which then an ahhh built up and broke into applause and cheers. His own lift with them, loud and purposeful in their congratulations and adoring exaltations. "You read my mind," he murmurs with a smile to her low words. They both knew they'd be surfacing on the top today, but Firehawk has been right there with them, and Iskra would see the future of foolishness secured.
Most have long decided they'll sit this round out, but Firehawk persists with his confidence, despite the reflection of the flickering fire cast warily in his eyes as he regards the new bonfire. "Ready?" Iskra calls over to the youth, who flicks a look his way then nods. "Let's hear it for Firehawk!" Iskra calls to the crowd, inciting encouragement as a chant rises, giving the boy wings born from the voices of his peers. It elicits a shaky smile on the youth, and he mimics Iskra and Mel in turn, backing up and building distance and speed. He sprints, and as he leaves the air, flaming birds rise in rapid succession up the columns and plumes, screaming heat. Beneath, Iskra lets the logs bank lower, the blue flickering subtly.
Iskra
