flame

The rain was turned to ice as the night fell. They crept exhausted into the the only shelter . Illyria watching silently as the men gathered wood to build a fire.
“Never gonna burn Cair. too wet.” said Lorn.
“Then we freeze to death.”
“I know.”
Illyria crept to the wood, thrust her hands into it and it bust into flames.
“What the hell?”
“How did you…”
“Why didn’t you…..”
“Tis witchcraft.” Illyria whispered biting her lip.
“ Thou shall not suffer a witch to live. Bloody Idiots.”
“Tis death.”
“If caught.”
“They can’t burn a fire witch can they?”