L'Neeri and the rest of the Ben'Marmenent disperse, leaving you and Nii'Ma alone in the Square among the crowds.

Nii'ma looks up from observing the bird and glances at you. She tilts her head curiously at you.

"...What?" you ask.

She rubs her left arm and wrist with her other hand, looking at you.

You suddenly remember the black bands that you had been given by Tyrr'olni'nel'mul when you became a Branded One.

"Oh! Uh, these?" you say holding your left hand up.

She nods quickly before pulling out a large blockbook, or a set of pages contained using sheets of wood.

"What can you do?" she scribes with a stick with a burnt end on the paper. She holds the book up for you to read, and you notice her handwriting is very neat and concise.

"Oh, I can make light! I'm no good at it yet..." Charcoal. A dangerous material to produce.

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She continues.

"Show me." she writes.

You do. It comes surprisingly easy now, and a flash of white light illuminates the surroundings for a heartbeat, people around you stop and glance at the two of you.

Nii'ma nods frantically, eyes alight with excitement.

"Heat." She writes before pointing at herself.

The air around you suddenly chills and then flares in temperature for a moment.

"Was that you?" you ask.

She nods as she keeps writing.

You suddenly hear her stick break.

She grimaces, waving the thin rod with a blackened end around in the air. As she does so, you notice the end alighting with terrible fire before quickly dying again to be used for communication.

You cringe a little.

Fire is a dangerous force that should never be tampered with.

***

L'Oos, Goddess of the Sun, Freedom, Expression, Self, and a multitude of other things stands atop a high branch of one of her many Titan Trees. The Sun is at its peak, marching to the horizon.

"Mistress, something is worrying me..." A raspy, grating voice speaks from behind her.

"Speak, Tyrr'olni'nel'mul." Her voice is tight, strained, she knows what he is about to say.

"Something has entered the Solar System, and it carries a level of Allegory that is unheard of outside of the Tempi Ring. This newcomer is a danger to humanity here." He continues.

L'Oos sighs, running an effervescent hand through flaming hair. "We hide."

"What?"

"We do not acknowledge its presence. We already have too many things to worry about here."

"...Yes, Mistress."

"We must hope, hope with all our combined might, that it isn't what I think it is..."

***