when the flame comes towards him, finn grins
and holds out his free hand. With both his hands
on fire, he concentrates on making the fire turn into
different shapes.“i’m fire. are you a human?”
“Fire? As am I, in a way. An Ifrit.”
There’d been a bit of an annoyed grimace
at the question, but it had disappeared quickly.
The creature was much too fascinated to dwell
on the insult of being mistaken for a human.