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"Your sister is probably correct," the girl said, bowing; but what an illusion it was, her deference a mask for a bright inner fire. Again he lamented his loss of such a flame to his brother's icy northern lands, his lips twisting in a wry grin. Of course, if she were meek and timid, she would not have been able to capture his sudden interest. The God of the Sun was not one for suffering fools or cowards, would not have given them the time of day, much less appeared before them in a blaze of glory.
Her eyes rose again to meet his, and he watched with a vague amusement as she voiced first her thanks - as it should be, of course, seeing as he was the one with the power to grant her favor or destroy his prior gifts. So many mortals forgot their place, these days; it had been so long since the gods had truly shown their power that some Helovians thought themselves equal - or, laughably, better than - their deities. Or so he had heard. But Lena was not like that, and as she finally voiced her request, he continued to gaze at her, displaying no emotion.
It seemed that healing was no longer enough for her; for she yearned not only to cure her friends' ills, but also to prevent them from occurring in the first place. And her chosen way of doing that was not one he would have thought her to ask for; she asking for the ability to protect by force, using none other than his own flames. To think of gentle Lena brandishing fire against her enemies was strange and foreign, for he had previously doubted that she had a fighting bone in her body.
But no matter. He did not claim to keep very good track of the mortals and their many personalities.
"A song of fire would indeed be a sight to behold," he mused nonchalantly. "But have you not heard that those who play with fire get burned?" His voice turned stern. "You ask to wield flame, but have you ever experienced its kiss?" He shook his head. "Before I can grant your request, you must feel what you would bestow upon others. I suggest you have a healer handy - unless, of course, you can heal yourself."
"blah blah blah."
[[Lena must ask someone to burn her with magic. She must then heal herself and return to the Veins or the Caela Insula to seek out the God of the Sun.]]
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Music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm
