She stands and watches the destruction that is her work, and a smile creeps upon her velvet kissers, flames reflecting in the depth of her emerald eye. Viserys speaks and she has to agree; the flame is a terrible thing, but its brutal power is what is so appealing to her. The smoke obscures her view and sense of smell, but she doesn’t have to wait long before someone joins them. His pale bod comes bursting through the heavy smoke, instant recognition of the king himself. She is surprised somewhat, that he is the first to arrive; she expected some of his guard dogs would be on their posts. Obviously that is not the case, and as he turns his head and spots her, she knows she’s in for the treatment. Fire is between them, but in the comparison to Mauja’s rage, they fade completely. As he comes closer, she dances delicately, not moving her eyes from his white form. Soot from the trees mix with the water streaming down his face, and with his maddened eyes locked in hers he prowls closer.

Branches from the burning trees start dropping, the fire moving to the grass for further fuel as the twigs turn to ash, fire spreading on the ground surprisingly fast. More trees give in to the flames, about eight or so in total, the treetops fully ablaze and the heat almost unbearable. All this, Keahi does not see, for in the same instant, she feels the chill returning to her blood. Teeth are clenched as the ice starts to form, cutting her veins even worse than what she has experienced in the Threshold. This time, she smiles at him, though her delicate voice is strained when she speaks. “Eye for an eye, King Mauja,” she says, curtsying mockingly before drawing closer to the fire. The intense warmth helps bring relief, keeping the ice from growing as large as was intended; they simply cannot grow to such large size at these temperatures. She does not concern herself with Viserys anymore, this is about her own survival. A gust of smoke cloaks her body, engulfs her completely, and she holds her breath, backing away further.

That is when others start to arrive. Keahi hardly notices, first it is a dark mare with a red mane, trying to kill some of the flames on the ground, though they are spreading fast. Next is a black shadow darting past, going after her companion with insanity in his eyes. A charred piece of wood falls from a tree and lands on Keahi’s rump, causing a burn and a wince from her. She feels the flames licking at her hooves and smells burnt hair, but the intense pain of the ice in her veins keeps her from doing much. She moves away slightly, her eyes watering from the fire, blood running in thin streams from her ears and nose. But fear is not within her heart; it never was.

[OOC: Since none of the magic-yielding fire extinguishers showed up, I decided to be bold and let the fire spread more. Eight trees aflame, fire spreading on the ground from falling branches.]