Barrow Fields Fire! Take aim! Fire! Go!

[table width=80%][tr][td]She had not expected other souls around in her presumed final moments - not that she had ever fantasized about dying, but still. Koume was grounded in reality, taking things as they got to her instead of wandering aimlessly in the void that was creative thinking and theorizing. Death - was she to accept it, or avoid it with the help of the approaching youth? Her giggling stopped at the other's words, quite flabbergasted at the grim subject the fire-y girl had introduced as their first words spoken to each other. Azura frowned.

I might be. She said, moving her head up, weak and weary, to look at her potential saviour. But not if you help me. You wanna... wanna be a hero? Her usual bold and loud voice was now but a mere whisper. Damn - she wished she had learned to hunt before this all had happened. B...Bring me to your h-home - your parents w...will know what to do with me...[/tr][/td][/table]