What started as a simple hearth blaze spiraled higher and higher, stretching toward the sky. Ciaran, who had always been just a little bit afraid of fire, jumped when the logs crackled and popped. Sparks danced in the air, and some of the showered down the sides of the column of fire that was slowly winding upward. They landed on the ground, and to Ciaran’s horror, one of Brenna’s blankets caught fire.
All he could do was emit a terrified squeak.
Brenna paused. “What’s wrong?” She blinked when she saw the blaze, and she reached out, drew in the air.
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