[SE] so bright, she can burn your eyes

And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata

Ember continued its flaming dance across the snow, but Nina was focused on Nova now, more than prepared to share what she could about the First Flame. This, after all, was her life's work, her calling: to introduce as many people as possible to the sacred flame and spread its blessings to those who were worthy. Nova's excitement brought a smile to Nina's face, doting and pleased, and she continued on with her explanation. "It is not magic, although its origin remains debated. Some say the Flame was started by magic, others by mundane means. But it has remained burning all this time through the work of the Keepers. Most of us do have fire magic, however."

Ember chose that moment to leap into a particularly large bank of snow; sizzling filled the air as the drift melted around the fire elemental, leaving a gaping hole through which it popped out a moment later. Nina snorted, then turned her dark gaze back to Nova. "I would be happy to show you, if you are interested," she offered. "It is not far."

I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters

Nina