"…Fire is intent. It consumes because it chooses to move forward. It illuminates because it refuses stillness."
The flaming tiger, Vulcan, sat calmly before Anna, teaching her the principles of fire magic.
Over the years, he had become quite fond of the human. Not only did he like to teach her, but he also liked the fact that she absorbed all of his teachings. Clearly, she had a rare talent for the arcane arts. If he taught her two things, she would learn ten. Such was her aptitude.
The experience of imparting his knowledge to her was deeply gratifying to Vulcan. And in the process, he found that his own knowledge of fire magic had deepened as well.
"I understand." Anna nodded.
She sat cross-legged on the ground, the rocky plain around her scorched black and cracked by lingering heat. Beside her, the giant tiger lay calmly, his vast presence steady and reassuring as he gently guided her through each step.
