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By the time Ignis was old enough to begin understanding the complexities of life, she had also begun to blossom into a woman. Yet, still only in her thirteenth crest, but already garnering attention from the older boys. It wasn't that she began to develop the curves and shapes of other girls, it was something deeper inside her. Something raw, something more tantalizing than the brief urges of lust and love. Malikma had been the first to see it, all those years ago upon the Day of Naming, but the wise old shaman had kept such suspicions to herself, or stir potentially false hope within her people. 

It was a fateful night, when both Teith and Toth were absent from the sky, that an eerie glow settled over the village. Brilliantly white, and seeming to emit from a central location, the tribe members slowly left their beds and followed the source of the glow. A crowd quickly gathered around the wide tent of the great hunter Tuiwei, and his loving wife. They murmured and whispered to themselves as the stood outside the tent, the hides of animals glowing with the intensity of the moons themselves. But inside the tent, there was chaos.

[color=steelblue]"What is happening to her!"[/color] Ankhi cried, cradling the spasming form of her daughter in her arms.

[color=khaki]"It is Limysus, he seeks to break the curse holding our tribe,"[/color] Malikma responded calmly, streams of smoke spluttering from the incense pots around her. A high, rumbling hum gathered in Malikma's throat as she began a prayer chant. Quickly the hum rose into a dull crescendo as the people gathered outside took to their knees and joined in on the prayer. Tuiwei squeezed his wife's shoulders, as they both looked on in awe. Yet, Their hearts seized as Ignis convulsed violently, a shrill scream uttering from her lips following by a blinding column of hot, white fire. Her eyes flew open, filled with the same balze, and soon the tent was falling in flaming pieces around them. Her skin grew hot to the touch, and Ankhi was forced to release her only child as her hands blistered and burned.

Still the chant continued, the loose pebbles on the earth vibrating with the intensity of such an ancient ritual. It is said that every man and woman has the power to influence the essence, and such a statement seemed true this night. Ignis rose from the ground, her body shrouded in white flame, her screams defeaned by the roar of the prayer chant. Somewhere a tempo of hand drums started, giving the eerie chant a thumping percussion. And just as quickly as it had begun, it stopped.

Ignis fell to the ground, the power fading from her. Her skin was bright pink, and tender, washed in the intensity of her magic coming to fruition. Yet she seemed to glow, remaining always warm, if not hot, to the touch. Malikma cried openly, cradling the child in her arms as Ankhi and Tuiwei stared, speechless. [color=orangered]"Does this mean..."[/color] Tuiwei began, his eyes watering as they turned to Malikma for guidance.

The oldest member of the tribe cleared her throat, raw and sore from event, [color=khaki]"Look, Tuiwei, into her eyes."[/color] He did, closely watching the golden eyes of his daughter. Ignis' eyelids fluttered, and underneath her golden eyes glowed brightly, as if mimicking the sun itself. It was beautiful. [color=khaki]"She has been given the gift of Limysus, a fragment of his power of the sun. She has been given it's fire,"[/color] even as Malikma spoked, she passed her hand over the child. She could feel the vibrations within her, the steady hum of magic coursing through her veins.

Malikma smiled, hope for her people swelling within her breast as she offered a prayer of thanks to the gods above. Yet, to outside eyes, it could almost appear as if it had been the ritual itself that had instilled power into the young child. At least, that is the rumor that passed from the lips of a simple, desperate hunter, to the softer, more supple lips of the nobles. Lips that concealed a silver tongue dripping with greed, and desire. To the discolored lips of a low standing house. To a tiefling long with desire. From then on, the child bore the name Sakiah, or Sky. 
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