Swiftcurrent Creek divinity's mirror

:D

lestan hardly registered the fiery flicker as more than an ember to be feared; a reminder of the flames which had scorched him before. the sight added impetus to his movement; he flattened himself into the turn and took it firmly into the fringes of silver birch which stood along the creek.
nostrils flaring, chest burning, lestan stopped when he felt he was alone. hazarding a glance over his shoulder, the mayfair searched for any prying eyes, realizing too late that he had absolutely almost ran someone over during this particular dash.