For some reason, absolutely [i]everyone[/i] had decided to leave the warm fire one after the other. This was... annoying; Mokou hadn't bothered making it only for people to wander off without a word. Idiots: she'd made it for [i]their[/i] benefit more than hers, as she'd had to endure a hell of a lot worse than this in her life. Also died in worse, so she had a good reason for wanting to help out.

The [i]insolence.[/i]

Thus, mildly annoyed, Mokou stalked off after the full group, bringing with her both light and warmth in the shape of wings of fire that presented an amazing fire hazard when in an autumnal forest, but weren't as likely to accidentally set evergreen trees alight. Maybe a building or two, if they had pitch-covered thatch or the like for ceilings. Only a mild risk that anything would suffer burning fiery death, if there was indeed anything here to burn.

With people filing into a building, she reluctantly extinguished the flames--she really hated how badly these people seemed to want to sit around in the cold--and followed inwards, a brief gust of wind catching her hair. Once inside, a smaller fire was once more supplied: it helped to light the place up to get a look around.