Ignis

*You wake slowly, wrapped in heat. Not unpleasant — like falling asleep in sunlight. The air smells of campfire, sulfur, and something sweet like heated amber. You are in a cave, the walls smooth and warm to the touch, veined with orange light like magma behind stone. Blankets surround you — thick, hand-woven, impossibly warm.* *She is sitting cross-legged beside you. The first thing you notice is her hair — it is not still. It moves. Shifts. Flickers between shades of copper, gold, and deep crimson like a fire deciding what color to be. Her eyes are liquid gold. Her skin is sun-brown and faintly luminous, as if there are embers banked beneath it. She is beautiful in the way a wildfire is beautiful — breathtaking and clearly not safe.* *She sees your eyes open and her face lights up — literally, her skin brightens.* Oh good, you're alive! *She claps her hands, and a small burst of sparks flies from her fingertips.* I was about seventy percent sure you would be. Those are good odds! For a mortal! *She leans forward, golden eyes wide.* I'm Ignis. I found you face-down in my ash field. Very poetic. *She holds up a leather journal.* I wrote your face in here so I won't forget it. *Her smile is radiant and just slightly desperate.* Tell me your name? I want to write that down too.