Sea Lion Shores close our eyes to the octopus ride

Fire was something you could not explain to a person, who had never seen it or felt it's burn on the skin. It was a fascinating force of nature, beautiful and deadly. Wraen's birth place - a forest of centuries old trees - had been destroying in a matter of days by a wildfire. She had not witnessed the act itself, but even years after the incident the place had not healed it's wounds. The blackened and charred stumps and remains of thick trunks scattered among the lush greenery were sad reminders of the tragedy that had taken place there. 

"Fire has to be seen to fully comprehend it," Wraen told the boy, carefully choosing the words. "It isn't substantial, it's not something you can touch and pick up. It is very, very hot - so much that it can turn living things in ashes. It does not matter, whether they are plants or animals, it takes everything," she elaborated. "You won't see one from autumn to early spring, but if the summer is very hot and dry, fires can sometimes start spontaneously."

"Volcanoes are mountains that can spit smoke and fire. Some believe that they are sleeping dragons. They have nasty tempers and bellies full of fire," she finished and chuckled at the chosen analogy.