"Nice name." Dustfinger mumbled. Alyrica nodded. But Mo, was pacing. "What are we going to do? I mean, even if that child's life is as horrible as it is, what we are doing is illegal, I'm afraid." Mo seemed to be rather upset about the situation. Dustfinger was playing with fire. Meggie.. Was watching Dustfinger with mild interest. Dustfinger shrugged. "We can only assume that we will not be the suspects." Mo glared at him. "Well, we should go inside it's getting cold." Meggie said. Mo nodded. They walked inside. All but Alyrica. "Alyrica! What're you doing out here?! Why aren't you inside, with Mo and Meggie?!" Dustfinger looked up, smiling to himself. "I can understand why you wouldn't want to go inside of that place." Alyrica grimaced. "I can't anyway." "Come here." Dustfinger beckoned. Alyrica hesitated. She couldn't completely trust anybody just about yet. "I'm not going to burn you to ashes. Now come here." Alyrica reluctantly walked to him. "Now, you want to learn about fire?" Alyrica nodded eagerly. HE'S GONNA TEACH ME! "Alright." He cracked his knuckles, and let the Marten, skamper behind him, and run off into the Woods. "Watch." Tiny, faint sparks flew from his fingers when he rubbed them together, whispering strange words. "Those words are fire words, I taught Farid them, and then he married my daughter, Brianna, and he lost track of what life really is." Dustfinger seemed to be talking to himself, more than Alyrica, herself. "What are the fire words?!" Alyrica asked excitedly. Dustfinger raised an eye-brow. "Excited, are you?" "Yes, very!" Alyrica smiles. "If you get burn't, you can't just give up." Dustfinger warned. Alyrica nodded. So he began the lesson.
DUSTFINGER'S POINT OF VIEW:
After an hour of intensive training, Alyrica had rather severe burns, and was grimacing in pain, wincing. Dustfinger stood there awkwardly. He couldn't do anything to help her. He wanted to, really. He was sure she could do it. But the fire, his friend, did not trust her enough. No, not enough. The flames had attacked her. Mo came out, and gasped. "DUSTFINGER!" He yelled. His face was red in vain, and Mo almost slapped him. "How could you burn her like that?!" Mo cried. Dustfinger tried to bite back his anger, but sparks flied from his fingers, hitting Mo's shoes. "She wanted me to teach her, so I did." Dustfinger growled. He saw Meggie come outside. "God, is she beautiful." He thought to himself, and the sparks cooled. But he remembered Roxanne's death, and he suddenly hated himself. He would always love her. He would never love anyone else. Mo was glaring at Dustfinger, cursing to himself. "I'll be fine!" Alyrica cried, but Dustfinger knew better than that. Meggie looked up at him with hope that the girl would be okay. But wait, was it hope? He could have swore he saw jealousy, but he shook it off. "Dustfinger?" She whispered. "Yes?" Her face was frowning. "What's wrong, princess?" He asked, worried. "Will she be okay?" Dustfinger's eye's smiled, thinking of how considerate Meggie was. "I'm sure, she will." Mo was shaking his head, and was asking Alyrica if she could walk. Alyrica nodded. That girl is certainly stronger, and braver than I thought she was! This surprised Dustfinger. Dustfinger walked to her, and bent down to inspect the burns. " It will take months for her to recover. " Mo cursed at Dustfinger. "Damn it Dustfinger! Have some sympathy, would you?!" Dustfinger fell silent, and went inside with Meggie.
BACK TO ALYRICA:
Alyrica could see that Dustfinger did have sympathy, but he hid it well. But why would he hide it? The thought puzzled her. She heard Mo tell her that she should go to sleep now. She nodded. She seemed to nod alot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Meggie and Dustfinger laughing about something. She grimaced. She hated Meggie. She also knew Meggie was jealous of her. But why? Alyrica hated all of these questions, unanswered as they were, but fell asleep soon enough.