Emberflame Ridge no storms but all the friction

Grezig blinked, then her brows furrowed. “What do you mean it’s from a volcanic eruption?” she asked, ignoring his other words about how they made a good team. She was imagining chunks of heated rock flying off from the volcano and, what? hitting individual trees, and somehow not starting a huge fire? “How could a volcanic eruption cause the destruction of only individual trees? Lightning strikes make much more sense.” The tone of her voice suggested that she was not going to argue this point. She knew she was right and that was that. The last time she had ignored a gut instinct, it had meant recruiting an idiot into their group, and she had been regretting that decision ever since. No. These trees had been burned by lightning strikes, and that was the end of it.