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The girl looked at him for a moment, pondering if she should tell him about the power she showed. Could he be looking for a weakness? A way to recreate such an admirably strong flame? Upon further inspection of his facial expression she determined that he was merely curious about her fire. "It's genetic. A part of who I am. I am the only being able to create it and manipulate it." She explained, carefully lighting up a small ball in the palm of her hand, holding it out to him. It's colours shifted like that of a natural flame, but it remained in the perfect sphere it had formed in. 

There were others climbing a tree not too far away, though she had not been paying too much attention to them. Her gaze shifted for a moment, listening and looking for any possible danger in the wood, though she found nothing. Tuning out the various chatter from inside of the Tavern she looked at the wood elf as his own gaze lay secured on the flame.