The scent of roasted meat drifted through the forest's clearing.
Fat dripped into the fire and hissed while smoke coiled lazily into the air.
Two more Horned Hares sizzled on wooden spits, their exposed skin crisping in the heat.
Akane was in front of the flames, seated on a large rock. Her eyes were fixed on the burning logs and branches. The orange glow reflected in her pupils as her mind wandered.
She still couldn't believe she had wielded fire. She had the memory of it happening, but it was still hard to believe.
Her parents and those who lived in her natal village could use magic.
Ice Magic.
They could freeze water, conjure ice, shape snow… Even some of the children could use such Magic, but Akane was unable to for the longest time.
Even now, she was unable to use Ice Magic.
Having been told as a child that she was strange because of her hair and pelt, it made a bit of sense now.
Red against white. Fire and Ice.
