Northstar Vale up in flames we go, you fire breather

for @Tamar

Restless, she paced. Her form wove through trees, purposely brushing against the toughened trunks of the trees, trying to relieve the sense of fiery unrest she was beginning to feel. 

Her heart quickened. Her stash of herbs was nearby, and she wondered—idly—a suppression of sorts possibly placed there. She could not recall—could not remember in this very moment she felt so constrained. 

A soft whine escaped her, crooning to a spot Tamar frequented, wondering if the Morphe was around when she needed a friend.