Lily Starfire Pov //free\\ -

I watched them spiral upward, each orange spark a tiny sun born from a log I’d chosen, a flame I’d whispered to. The others saw fire. I saw a language. The crackle wasn't random noise; it was the pop of a secret shared between me and the deep, molten heart of the world.

"Doing what?" I kept my eyes on the flames. A tendril of heat curled toward my outstretched palm, not burning, just tasting . lily starfire pov

My father's name. The man who had tried to drown me in a river because my first flame had singed his favorite cloak. I watched them spiral upward, each orange spark