Ciaran paused in unwrapping his sword. All day he was sure he’d imagined starting a fire without more than a thought, because no one would ever ask him to start a fire, but here she was, asking him to do it again.
“I can’t light a fire,” he said. “Da won’t let me.”
Brenna blinked at him, unwrapping her own sword. “What? I saw you last night - you lit one just fine.”
Ciaran shook his head.
Brenna shrugged. “Aye, if you’re going to be odd. I’ll do it, then.” She knelt, tossed logs into the ring, and then they blazed.
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