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[color=B1E4FC]"Made by your own flames?”[/color] Eris echoed, her blue eyes wide with wonder. A glimmer of hope flickered within her as she considered the implications. Perhaps Dawnhaven wasn’t doomed to suffer through the harsh winter after all. 

Her eyes scanned the coat curiously before flicking upward to meet the blight-born’s molten gaze. [color=B1E4FC] "That’s…incredible.”[/color] She smiled up at him, curiosity momentarily easing the wariness coiled in her chest. Although their fiery form was rather terrifying, their demeanor spoke of calm control, a creature of immense power who did not want to wield it recklessly.

As Ashe began weaving flames in their hands, Eris stood transfixed, her breath catching in her throat as she observed his craft. The spectacle of living fire being shaped so effortlessly stirred excitement within her, her eyes glittering like stars reflecting off water. When they held out a flaming bracelet, offering it to her, she blinked in surprise, her lips parting in awe.

She carefully looked over the bracelet, its flames flickering back and forth in the breeze just like any man-made fire would. Slowly, she extended her hand, hesitating just above the flickering flames. She could feel the heat resonating off the bracelet but it did not sear—no pain, no burn. She shot a cautious glance at Ashe, half-expecting them to be playing a trick. Would it truly be safe to touch? Or was this all just a jest? With a deep breath, Eris let her fingers dip into the flame, marveling at the sensation. The warmth remained, yet the fire did not scald. With careful apprehension, she took the bracelet, twisting it in her palm to examine every intricate, fiery detail. [color=B1E4FC] “Absolutely brilliant…”[/color] she murmured under her breath, mostly talking to herself at this point. 

Slipping the bracelet around her wrist, she held out her hand and admired how it looked as the flames danced softly along her skin. The warmth spread across hand and crept up her forearm, fighting off the encroaching cold. Never in her life had she seen such a unique article before—the noble women of Aurelia would have killed to get their hands on such an accessory! Eris grinned at the thought, imagining the envy in their eyes. For once, [i]she[/i] would have been the object of their jealousy. 
 
[color=B1E4FC] “Thank you. This is… far too kind of you.”[/color] She said, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before turning her attention to the coat they offered once more. It was still hard to believe such a thing existed—wearable fire, as if it were fabric. Reaching out, she touched it cautiously, expecting it to burn her fingers, but again, it only radiated warmth. [color=B1E4FC] “You’re sure?”[/color] she asked, her voice tinged with confusion. Generosity like this from a blight-born? It felt too good to be true. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was some hidden motive, a ploy, something lurking beneath their kindness. Were there truly blight-born who could be so nice? 

Slowly, she took the coat from Ashe and wrapped herself in it, clasping it around her shoulders. She smiled, appreciating the coat as it enveloped her in its warm embrace. She grabbed the edges and pulled it closer to her, creating a make-shift cocoon around her tiny frame. [color=B1E4FC] “You know, you could make a fortune selling these in Aurelia,”[/color] she half-joked, though she meant every word. Ashe could rise to noble status in mere days if they so desired.

Suddenly, the thought of Aurelia reminded Eris of her manners—or lack thereof. [color=B1E4FC] “Oh!”[/color] Eris met Ashe’s gaze again, panic flashing across her face as she released the coat and extended her bracelleted hand to him for a handshake, momentarily forgetting that they were made of flame itself. [color=B1E4FC] “I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Eris. Lead Sage here in Dawnhaven. I’m so sorry, that was terribly rude of me.”[/color] She fumbled slightly, her cheeks flushing deeper—this time, not from Ashe’s warmth, but from her own embarrassment.

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