Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171010035749

(S9/T) Tirush gratefully takes the chunk of ore. "Kogaän," she says, nodding to him. She turns to Alice. "You may want to step away for a moment."

She sets the ore on the ground. She takes a few measured, deep draughts of breath, her scales seeming to flicker with an inner fire. Breathing in, she opens her mouth wide and splays her open palm in front of her face. She breathes out slowly, the mass of white-hot flame coalescing in her open palm, clinging to her hand, tongues of primordial flame weaving between her fingers as she almost whispers a word.

She raises her palm amd slams it down on the ore.

There is a sharp crack, like a thunderclap. It dies down quickly, but something deep within the earth rumbles for many moments, almost like an answer that was almost apoken.

She stands and picks up the ore, white-hot spirit flame dripping off of it like napalm. She sets it on the table. On its surface, slowly fading from white to orange to red as it cools, is a rune.

"This is the mark of my Path," Tirush explains. "There is no other drawing of sound I yet know. This is my True Name, my Hidden Fire.  It is more of me than the blood in my bones."

She looks at Alice with her bare sincerity. "I do not give it lightly. I am sorry that I cannot make groundling marks.  This is all I can offer."

The ore smoulders on the table.