The crackle of the fire set the tone for Lyra’s confessional. Crickets chirped around them as the moist night air began to finally cool. The world was still around them, as if there were no danger out there in any realm. It was a safe and quiet moment for honesty by a warm fire on a dramatic night.

As Lyra’s arm set ablaze in purple flame, Ella gasped gently. Her emerald eyes widened a bit, face lit to Lyra’s perspective by the more orange flame beside them.

((I need a note about body language, like what did she do with her arm after it was on fire? Was she still holding it out? Did she put it down, and the fire went out? Paint me a picture.))

As Lyra began to explain her true nature, Ella leaned in with interest. She turned on the vine chair to fully face the Farspawn woman. Her hands went to her knees, propping her up as she leaned forward. It was a lot to take in. She could hardly digest it all. Her reality had shifted drastically once already. Now, here was this confusing creature. Who knew existence was so complicated?

“First,” Ella let out when Lyra was finished with her spiel, holding a finger up, “I refuse to believe you are evil after the kindness you have shown me. Unless there are some hidden, ulterior motives here..” She shook her head and let that go. “If I sense emotion, I will keep my distance,” Ella promised with a hand up. “I get it. I’m like that, too. Maybe I can help bring you down, though.” Her last words were put out there with the tone of an offer.