[SE] river of fire

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Everything you lose is a step you take

The young woman's offer comes quickly and easily, drawing a genuine smile from Lyra. What a pleasant girl, with such lovely abilities. Not only is she a seamstress, but she seems to have some kind of magic; sparkles flow off her in waves as she spins in place, catching Lyra's eye. "Wow," she says, and means it. "I'd love to have you make something for me." Gesturing to her plain, serviceable clothing, she makes a face. "I'm usually not the most stylish. I work in search and rescue, so I'm out in the elements a lot."

The smoke chooses that moment to thicken, and Lyra lets out a cough, waving her hand in front of her face as though that will clear the air even incrementally. It does not. But what does have an effect is air that seems to bloom from Nova, gusting through the smoke and sending it wafting through the nearby trees. Lyra tilts her head, eyes gleaming with interest. She hasn't met many folk with magic, and she has to admit to some curiosity. "That's handy," she comments. "Is it as helpful as I think it would be? Having magic, I mean?"

So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it
You've got no reason to be afraid

Lyra

Table inspired by the lovely Brit