Moonspear it gets better

Fire. His ears stood tall and he breathed deep, feeling it all the while. He had always kept a vague understanding of what it could do. Never had he experienced it up close.. but glimpses, through story and myth sprinkled here and there, he had at least been prefaced on what fire and smoke could do to a place. He still gaped quietly at the sheer destruction up close, tangibly for himself, and how different it all appeared in the aftermath trying to recover. Do you know how long ago it was? he ventured, but guessed his father's vagueness already came as some indication.

He was distracted enough looking up, and around anyway. Vela kept the questions rolling too where he was abnormally silent in some spaces--awed, a little, too. When she mentioned it, he sensed it was an affirmative. He licked his lips.. and exhaled sharply, testing the differences on the wind with more consideration--but it was certainly there.