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A soft voice barely audible over the towering flames which nearly screamed with rage interrupted but as the mysterious being approached Lumen remained calm. As peculiar as it was the pink haired elf did not appear surprised that another had taken notice and decided to view the display. She did not cast turquoise tinted eyes toward the woman until she was within arm’s length, and only then noticed the petite lady in onyx’s race. A half-elf. Only a couple of years ago Lumen would have arched a brow in disgust for being addressed by any non-elf. Time had indeed changed and though she put trust in few she did not mind the company of others anymore.

The lightly armored elf nodded before responding with a curt tone. [b]“I do. This symbol of haltered is almost too intense to smother--unfortunately it would be in the best interest to extinguish the flames before they reach either the forest or town.”[/b] After a brief second of realizing how crude it would be to leave the dwelling to perish she sighed. [b]"Very well then..."[/b] She added pointedly.

A hand raised the intertwined branches fashioning the wooden staff high into the air. The item remained for a moment building momentum for the spell to charge before she shouted [b]”Downpour”[/b] at the rapidly enveloped building. Bountiful amounts of water began drenching down the crevices of the temple, and pretty soon the fire’s cry was replaced by a waterfall of crystal water. Heat which reached out for their faces and threatened to burn them should they near began to cool down, and eventually quell. Twice in one night she had already used Thauma to aid people who she owed nothing to, and was left feeling unsettled about these decisions and the uncertainty of their outcome.