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Ashlar sniffed the ground, then went and inspected a few of the long-weathered trees. It looked similar but it also looked older. And the smells were the same. He wanted to be sure before he told her.

It was fire. Storms can start it, but I've never seen it. I've just seen it like this, after. Ashlar tried to remember what they'd said. When it comes, it's deadly. But it doesn't stay. It dies after it eats the forest. His ears turned back as he looked at the still-scarred growth. It must have been horrible to have been here.

I don't think it can hurt us. It didn't return, or make a home.