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Almund is a thriving township with a dark side. With houses made from the wooden bodies of decommissioned ships, there are many opportunities here, coupled with many dangers.

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Fire in Your Heart

708, 16th of Saun

The first time she saw it, it was terrifying.

Terrifying but beautiful and it's beauty consumed everything around it, leaving nothing but husks in it's wake. The bards in the taverns she flitted around for compliments and free coin always sang poetic songs of beauty that could ruin entire civilizations or of Faldruns evil love that destroyed all it touched. Yet none of it had done the flames that consumed the two houses any justice. The fire that started so quickly, consuming all around it like a greedy mouth to be fed, was a blaze that would put any hearth to shame. Though before she had only spared the stoves and such a passing glance, she was unable to tear her gaze away from it.

The flames were a beacon in the evening, stark and brighter than any sun could ever hope to be. They warmed her in the depths of her soul and winked at her in the brightest, whitest parts of their flames. The young girl had stood enraptured with it until it had grown so much that the crowd watching was pushed back while those being useful attempted to put it out. And there was something inherently heart rending in the watching of the dying flame. Like watching everything in life being snuffed out. Her chest was tight, her eyes watering from more than just smoke as the final embers dwindled and only Emelia was left watching the ruins.

All that remained of the once glorious blaze were ashes.

With no one to care to stop her the young teen rushed in, soothing the ache building inside her with the sting of ashes on her hands. A stain that reminded her of the charcoal her mother covered her eyes with. It stung but she rubbed the soot without a second thought, smearing it around her eyes like that of a raccoon, the warmth and remembrance of the flames easing the prickling sensation under her skin. It wasn't until a hand rested on her shoulder that she realized she still sat there with the cooling shell of the houses. Many had gone and now only looters, or those helping the families salvage belongings remained. Their torches flickering pathetically against the night air as if they had any right to burn where such a great blaze had once been.

"Lass, you've helped enough here, it's late." With wide eyes she glanced at the man, his uniform catching her eye and prompting the nod. He shook his head warily at the soot that covered her, though his eyes were far from accusing, more sympathetic. The look people gave her when she stated without a care that she had no father, "Nothing left to do now so get on home."

In the silence that followed between them the girl debated staying. There was something comforting here that reminded her, in a strange way, of home. It gave her almost the same, sharp want that she felt whenever someone patted her head or complimented her. She wanted to hold onto it for as long as she could but the more sensible part of her knew she wouldn't be allowed to stay, not even her mother would give into her pleading for something like this.

"Of course, sir." Brushing the dust off as she finally stood, a sharp pinch in the back of her throat, the sudden fierce urge to cry almost overwhelming her before she bobbed something like a nod and took off around the corner with her heart in her stomach. If only she'd gotten there sooner to see the beginnings of it, maybe that would have quenched the fire that was now reflected in her heart. It was a pale comparison to the brilliance she recalled in her own mind, her heart thundering not from the running but from the memory itself. It was a soft and warm, like the freshest sweet bread and her lips could not decide if they want to pout from the loss of it or grin from the finding of something so addicting. Over and over the scene played in her head, an endless loop until the very edges of her own house crept into her vision, the soot now prickling at her eyes enough to make her rub roughly at them and smear it more firmly into her skin. Only when the taste invaded her mouth, her free hand on the door knob of her home, did the memory finally settle along with the butterflies in her stomach.
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Re: Fire in Your Heart

The moment she crossed the threshold of her home her mother was one her like a hawk. Pulling the dress over her head as she frantically searched her for burns, the words of scolding ringing hollowly in her ears. Even as the soot she had applied so carefully was scrubbed from her eyes until her skin was clear and the smell of charred wood had escaped her nostrils entirely. And only when the scent of docks hit her nose again did the strange leftover light headedness leave her clear headed and focused. Her dark eyes finally focused on the kitchen, and the dinner being slapped on bread.

Cold fish.

The words to urge her mother to cook were on the tip of her tongue but the heat of Saun was almost as unbearable as the humidity the sea gave with it. It was not the same heat that had burned her until her veins were literally lava under her skin but it was alike enough that it was a cooling balm against the sensation that began to fester in the dark recesses of her mind. The chill of the food almost frigid as it went down her throat, and fanned the flames in her mind higher though now it was not so consuming as it had been earlier.

"What were you even doing over there?"

"Watching with everybody else."

"Oh for--Emelia, you can't get near things like that. Those houses are close to the docks! What if they'd collapsed?! Sometimes it's like you're heads full of air getting close enough to get covered in soot."

"Oh ma, I'm fine. The Elements put it out quick enough."

"Well, not that quick. Though you know why her house burned don't you?"


That brought her attention back to the forefront, gossip pushing other strange thoughts to more distant parts of her minds, "Hm?"

"Her husband tried to cook."

"How does that even--you're lying!"

"No I'm not, Iris told me herself."

"He gets more useless every time I hear about him. Remind me to marry someone smarter."

"And just how old do you think you are to be talking about marriage?"
Her mother rolled her eyes while Emmy smirked around her fish, swallowing before speaking and enjoying the way her mother huffed.

"Well, Ivan says he'll marry me for a kiss."

"Ivan would marry a fish if it kissed him, and what were you doing going around the taverns again?"

"Getting free salt, the sack was in my skirts."


That seemed to pacify her mother enough and the conversation naturally shifted to what other things she'd heard while she'd been out. But as they turned so did her thoughts. Iris was a liar. Such a fire couldn't be started from cooking, even her own cooking wasn't so bad and she'd burned the last pot beyond repair. It was more likely the drunken layabout, as Iris referred to him as on several occasions when Emmy listened in on her visits, had fallen asleep smoking and light everything on fire. Entirely by accident.

Such a small thing that she could almost picture happening, her in his place. The warmth and smoke soaking into her lungs, the ash dropping to her knees, scalding them, eyes drooped in contentment. Then all around her those ashes pilled up until everything swept away in a haze of red, straining for the sky just like the one she'd seen today--

"The soots never going to come out of the this dress, we'll scrap it."

"No!"

"No?"
The surprise in the question made the girl pause, searching for how to phrase it. It wasn't like she'd wear the dress in public, she wasn't without sense. It was ruined and hideous now. No one would look twice at it but...she wanted it all the same.

"I can use it for cleaning."

Her mother snorted, "If you clean Faldrun will be the patron of snow."

"Hey! I just did dishes before I left!"

"Yeah? And did you fold your clothes or deliver Ms. Martins cotton?"


Caught the girl flushed sulkily and her mother sighed but set the ruined fabric back down, "Then don't you give me anymore sass about new 'cleaning dresses'."

"Love you, ma!"
With a clap of her hands, Emmy plucked the dress from the chair and gave her mother a swift kiss on the cheek, trotting to her room with a smile. The scent of smoke filling her nose once more as she did so.
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Re: Fire in Your Heart

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Knowledge:
Cosmetology: Using ashes for eye shadow
Socialization: Using manners when addressing your elders
Rhetoric: Gossiping
Persuasion: Pleading with your parents
Endurance: Withstanding heat from a fire
Endurance: Running all the way home

Loot: -
Wealth: -
Injuries: -
Renown: 5, for "helping" with fire relief.
Magic XP: -
Points: 10
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Comments: This was the first thread of yours that I read.

I really liked the way you described the fire and how Emelia views it. You also described the relationship with her mother as well. The dialogue felt natural, and there were few, if any errors.

Great job, and enjoy your rewards!


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