Location:Nexus Pavilion
Date/Time:Late Blazepeak, 9939 AZI
Realm:Pavilion Sub-Space
The smell of charred curtains hit before the sound did.
"TIANXIN!"
The drape on the eastern window — the one Green had hemmed by hand, the one with the formation-stitched thermal regulation that had taken her three evenings to complete — was on fire. Not a lot of fire. A modest, enthusiastic lick of flame that had started at the bottom hem and was working its way upward with the cheerful determination of a blaze that didn't know it was unwelcome.
Tianxin sat in front of the burning curtain with her wings half-spread and her golden eyes blazing with unmistakable pride. She chirped. The chirp of a wyrmling who had been trying to breathe fire for six weeks and had finally — FINALLY — produced something that wasn't a wheeze, a cough, or the time she'd sneezed so hard she'd launched herself backward into the water trough.
