Emberflame Ridge At night he becomes a bartender

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The ground and the sky seemed to be playing tag, and then hide-and-seek. Lightning cracked down and struck the earth, and in the earth's fiery passion for play, it reached its flame-tipped paws towards its twig-thin playmate and struck back. Only to be fizzled out by the sky's joyful tears. Haizel, though he knew that fire was the ending of his beloved flowers, the ending of their sweet scents, found the game nature played inexplicably fascinating. The sky and the ground were friends, only able to connect with flaming passion on rare occasions when the wind grew perfect for it. How sad it must be on the days it did not get to play.

Yellow eyes on a doe-pelted wolf were transfixed upon this fiery session, until he saw a stranger. A friend? Here to watch the sky play with the soil? Excting!

Hi! he called, trotting over with a grin on his muzzle. Are watching the sky play, too?