Lily Starfire Pov -

The embers of the campfire weren’t just light. They were mine .

Ashborne.

I grabbed my satchel, the leather still warm from where I’d been sitting. The journey ahead would be long. But I was Lily Starfire. I didn't need a torch, a lantern, or the sun. lily starfire pov

"Looking at the campfire like it owes you rent."

That was the question, wasn't it? Most of the time, the fire whispered simple things. Hunger. Growth. More wood, girl. But tonight, the flames were restless. They leaned east. They hissed a name I hadn't heard in ten years. The embers of the campfire weren’t just light

"You're doing it again," Kael said, not looking up from sharpening his knife. His voice was a flat stone skipping across the surface of my trance.

I was never cold. And I never, ever forgot a debt. I grabbed my satchel, the leather still warm

He paused his sharpening. "What's it saying?"