04/11/2026
But what if you fly?
Like calls to like. In those beginning days I felt anger like a river of fire through me. I didn’t want to touch it because fires like that burn human touch.
This very curious learning started to happen the more I learned about flames, the tools needed and the bonds that could be formed, the more I started to wonder if the other burning thing I knew, that river of fire coursing through me, could be tempered if I found the right tools.
Fire laughs when it meets other fire. There is no hesitation. The more it laughs the brighter it burns.
‘Can you help take this river of flames from me?’ I would ask the torch in the darkest of nights.
‘With delight.’ the flames said, ‘for like calls to like.’
So this is how I taught myself to deal with hot hot fiery emotions. I can’t grab them with my bare hands, but I can focus them to their kindred, the bright burning flames. I can add my voice to the combustion to forge new bonds. New stone houses for little pieces of earth magic and stories to live.
Silver likes it hot. The fire is happy to oblige.
