The wonder and amazement in Alexandrite's eyes evidently shone as she watched the flames dance around her. She wondered- what kind of warmth did they carry? What kind of feelings, what memories? 

[b]Memories.[/b]

Odd. An image flooded her mind.

The crackling of the surrounding fire, a bright red glow. There was a peculiar tugging on the back of her mind, and she desperately tried to grasp it.

[b]What was it?[/b]

Soon, the feeling vanished into thin air, and Alexandrite felt as if she was in a daze. Her mind became blank, the image gone. She snapped out of her stupor at Brann's words, more than a little confused by his riddle.

"So you're a fire god," Alexandrite repeated, her cheer and excitement lost, as if the flames burned them away. "I still didn't get your name though, unless you're fine with me calling you Mr. Burns-A-Lot."