With another loop made within the summer grasses around the winged stranger, I come to a sudden sliding stop. The flames that trail behind me whisk higher into the air as they condense together quickly at my hind end. I spin around to face the stallion as he asks if I dream of flying. My eyes widen as I look at his feathered wings unfurled. "Oh yes!" I say with an excited nod before adding, "One day when I'm bigger I'll be able to soar the skies!" The fact that I don't have wings doesn't register with me.
Inquisitively I watch the stallion try to contain something within him. With a tilt of my head, I wonder why he looks to be struggling. "Are you ok?" I had seen him spitting up flames, but the thought of fire hurting wasn't something I knew. My flames have never harmed me. But maybe fire inside you did things...
@Amenadiel
Fire Mimicry- Foxfire, Phoenix-Type Immortality, Fire Wings