It is an odd thing to think about how she probably would have enjoyed this without reservations before the eclipse. Before Gale, before the alliance, before she started doubting herself. Back when she was wild and determined to stay that way, back when she hadn’t realized just how thoroughly friendships rooted themselves in her heart.

Young Mazikeen would not have minded terribly if the fire had caught and taken the whole pine stand and maybe some of the surrounding area just for good measure - though she would’ve felt guilty afterwards and taken that guilt out on someone who didn’t deserve it.

Now she watches the flames and thinks of all the ways it could get out of hand. Which is, at least, better than thinking about the time she had lost when it felt like there was nothing but destructive fire living inside of her.

Despite the turmoil in her own mind (and the seasickness that often accompanies it), she is glad Myrna doesn’t seem to mind at all. And it is easier for Mazikeen to enjoy herself when in the company of her daughter’s obvious delight as she bounds forward to come stand closer to the now-fallen tree. The warmth from the flames is comforting against the brisk chill of the Hyaline winter - but still pales in comparison to the happiness that radiates through her when Myrna smiles and comes to bump her scaled head against her.

Mazikeen’s scaled snout dips down to press a soft kiss against Myrna’s forehead.

“We can! We just need to follow the rules.” She hopes they're reasonable enough that Myrna won't try to get around them. But Mazikeen opts not to ruin this nice moment with further thoughts down that road and instead watches the fire and thinks aloud. “Maybe next time we can try one of the other elements. I know there’s water and plant and ice dragons out there, but I’ve only ever tried fire before.”