Dawnlark Plains Kill your heroes and fly

Dwin! Reverie felt her cheeks turn warm when the girl told her that she looked like sunlight. Had anyone ever given her such a compliment? She could only smile, her flushed pleasure turning into something like confusion. A girl? was all she had time to think, before Dwin distracted her with a strange comment.
Father Sun! Was that only another name for Father Fire? But she hated the thought of being associated with the flames, and chose not to think of it that way. Instead she thought of how she felt when she danced; like pure light, a wisp of air and sun. Maybe the sun is my father, She countered, feeling a little silly and a little mischievous. Maybe I'm only a trick of the light, and I'm not really here at all. She felt that way sometimes. Often. She wondered if Dwin would understand.