Fire walk with me

Greyriver Steading

They arrived at Alexis land late in the evening. Tar handled the horses taking their saddles, brushing them down and feeding them some grain before tying them to a nearby post.

Alexis had started a small fire outside the front door. A pot of water was already boiling by the time he returned and a pleasant smell wafted through the air. Some sort of stew he imagined. He went inside and grabbed two bowls and two wooden spoons. He pulled some water from the well and refilled their water skins

He moved to sit opposite her, looking at the flames. Pass the bowls to her as he sat. Fire had always held a strange fascination to him. Even when he was a child. He remember a fire had spread across a field of wheat one Summer when he was a child. He had stood transfixed on the scene as the adults had raced to try and control the flames.

That day as the fire devoured everything its path, grain, animals, houses and even some people he was certain it was alive. How it spread, how it grew, how it flickered across path looking for sustenance, to expand, to burn as long as it could.

Just like people.

Maybe that is why he had such an apparent affinity with Fosia. He placed his hand on top of the pot that was cooking over the flames. He could feel its warmth. But he could no longer be harmed by heat.

He saw her eyes widen thinking he was going to burn himself when his hand stayed in place for to long...

"A boon..." He explained weakly seeing her head cock to the side.

He pulled his hand back and said.
"The first half of the map." He said. "It shows parts of Fang..."