Starfire Pov - Lily

I was never cold. And I never, ever forgot a debt.

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.

I watched them spiral upward, each orange spark a tiny sun born from a log I’d chosen, a flame I’d whispered to. The others saw fire. I saw a language. The crackle wasn't random noise; it was the pop of a secret shared between me and the deep, molten heart of the world. lily starfire pov

Ashborne.

He paused his sharpening. "What's it saying?" I was never cold

Let him find his own light. I had ashes to deliver.

"The fire says my father isn't dead. And it's telling me exactly where to find him." Most of the time, the fire whispered simple things

"Doing what?" I kept my eyes on the flames. A tendril of heat curled toward my outstretched palm, not burning, just tasting .