Ravensblood Forest Μέσα στη δίνη

The deadpan response only broadens Gavrel's smile. The boy - on second thought, maybe a girl? - was bogged down by something, by an inertia Gav found difficult to read. 

You gotta nice way of showing it, he teased, before squinting at whatever had caught the androgyne's attention. 

That stuff can catch fire easily, y'know. 

Just the thought of smoke and ash was enough to turn his stomach. He remembered the last backwards glance at what was left of his home, a once-green talus now carbonized, charred bodies frozen in time as if preserved for an indeterminable future, some terracotta army. 

Maybe it'd burn your tongue. He swiped his own over his nose, and rubbed an itch on his shoulder against the trunk of a sapling.