Where there is smoke, she has learned, there is often fire.

Smoke on the horizon draws them near, but it is the dedication, the focus of the individuals gathered which holds them, forces them forward through the crumbling ice, the girl and her brother both uncertain and intrigued. The smoke plumes billow from a formation of stone, strange feature of a stranger landmark in this barren, frigid field. The boy asks his sister if she will not investigate, and she suggests he go explore for himself- but the kitsune will not be roused from his position in the nest of her braids, and the girl grumbles her mocking dismay, accusing him of laziness and warming at his grin.

Endless gaze sees the hole first, then the children who clamor for it, and carefully she makes her way to the source, curiosity bursting at her skin. Over the crown of the winged child she peers, eyes narrowing as she attempts to discern meaning in the dark. A sudden light makes her blink; she looks back to the child, truly taking her in for the first time. "Good idea," Fire Dancer murmurs, bowing her head to follow suit, encouraging her own glowing amulet forward. With the aid of Natraj it is freed from her neck; the kitsune pushes it close to the hole, though the cord remains grasped, secure, in his teeth.

They are met with a staggering sight. Glittering, beautiful, the cavern is full of gems and to the side a single, lonely egg. Gold, says Natraj, and the image which follows is one they both know well. Gold, like Akiath.

The girl nods.

She starts with her own magic, breathing out a cloud of sparks which flow into the cave, wrapping around the dusty home and offering warmth, or health, or both. Her brother offers reassuring sounds to the albino beast, having long since abandoned his haven on her spine; muffled behind the twine in his teeth, they are nevertheless heartfelt and hopeful.

As the hole begins to widen the fire dancer follows the source, inhaling the blue of the wayward magic and letting it soak into her lungs. The winged child has the right idea, and the golden girl asks, "May I help?" before channeling it, replicating it, using it to give definition to the shape, having caught on to the general idea of what the filly was going for. Carefully she tries to harness the power, shifting stone and changing earth, speaking softly to both the children as she does so, with a voice new-found. "What are your names?" the girl asks, dark voice soothing and alto tones smooth. She hopes it will help keep them calm. She hopes it will help keep herself strong.

At the back of her mind she wonders just what they're going to do when the space is broad. Will the beast within take back her young, or will the child be left to hatch into a new home? Ampere's image flashes through her mind, and the firechild quickly pushes it away.

Right now they are sworn to rescue and help. She'll deal with the next step when it comes.


[ Natraj is lowering the moonstone into the cave to help with the light. Tandavi uses her magic in case the egg needs healing, then copies Isopia's magic to speed up the earth moving process. Natraj tries to reassure the beast. ]

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