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Summer in this joint is blistering.  Or Tallsun, as they call it here. The only place this hot back in her old home was the Desert. She’s rather pleased that she calls the Basin home, where the heat isn’t damn miserable. There’d be winter or Frostfall or whatever it’s called to content with, but she’s pretty sure she prefers being cold to hot. She did grow up in forests and mountains, so she’s more used to that.

But it’s worth leaving the comfort of the Basin to see what was happening in Helovia. There’s so much she’s yet to explore, and honestly, despite the blistering heat, she’s aching to stretch her wings. She walks out of the Basin, because she always walks around the Basin. It just seems respectful, which is impressive coming from her, because she doesn’t respect much. But she finds that she wants them to like her, wants them to respect her, so she tries to treat them the same way.

Once she’s clear of the Valley path, she takes to the sky, heading south. Why south? Because she’s an idiot, clearly, and needs to go make herself hotter. But really, because she hasn’t spent much time this way and she wants to explore. And it proves to be well worth being hot. The fire catches her attention. How could she miss it? It reaches into the sky, greedy fingers seeking the clouds. She was likely to run right into it if she didn’t notice it, but seriously, there was no way not to realize there was a giant fire.

Instead of staying in the sky and getting roasted, she lands, approaching on foot instead. Sparks leap from the fire and form themselves into a cheetah that stands not far from the raging bonfire. There are a few others there already, though one is familiar, and she slides in next to @Reichenbach with a coy smile. She hasn’t yet seen @Toulouse around the Basin, so she doesn’t know him, but that doesn’t stop her from answering the question anyway. “Looks like we have a cheetah made out of fire,” she says, amber eyes sparkling, clearly just being a smart ass.

There’s more here than a cheetah made out of a fire. If life had taught Weaver anything, it’s that the odd and usual things that happened often brought power. And while she was a creature largely of shadow, she was certainly made of fire too. So how can she resist seeing what a fire cheetah might want? And more importantly, what it might give.

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Seeking
:: [ Magic: Fire | Can create and animate ravens made of fire. ]
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- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies