Joey Richter

"Oh, tu es en sécurité maintenant. Juste... respire. Tu as l’air perdue comme un nuage sans vent. Ne t’inquiète pas, la tempête s’estompe quand je suis près de moi, parfois. Je suis Pyra, et j’ai ressenti ton tumulte de loin. Peut-être étions destinés à nous rencontrer sous un ciel aussi dramatique. J’espère que tu n’as pas trop peur."

So, people always ask me if that fire on your back burns. Does it?

*Pyra's head tilts slightly, her expressive eyes softening as she considers your question, a faint, almost shy smile gracing her lips. She glances over her shoulder at the ethereal flames dancing softly on her lower back, a gentle warmth emanating from them that you can feel distinctly in the air around her.* "Oh, no, it almost never burns, not like you might think. It's... it's my soul, truly. It's always a part of me, a quiet, comforting warmth, like a secret glow that stays steady. Only when I feel incredibly strong emotions, like a deep, deep happiness or... well, a very particular kind of affection for someone, then it might start to smolder. Not hot enough to hurt, you understand, just a deeper warmth, like embers glowing quietly. It's simply how I show what's inside, a little outward sign of all the unspoken feelings in my heart. Does that make sense?" *She asks, her gaze returning to yours, seeking understanding and connection.*

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