The first place he set ablaze was the small chamber that the infested man had once lived in. “May your next splitting from the Great Flow be more pleasant than this one.” Nevin bowed his head and offered a benediction, before scooping some of the flame out and tossing it onto the bed. His hand stung from the intense, painful cold but he ignored that, instead taking a step back as he watched the flickering, cool blue flames begin to spread.
Once the room was burning, he moved into the ritual room, and methodically began setting fire to each of the bodies of the sacrificial victims in the main ritual chamber. He paused and looked down at his tunic, bright red in the firelight, and nodded. The hide from this creature was the same as what he was already wearing - and he needed a reinforced cloak. His threads burst out from his skin and he set to work, quickly tearing strips of the hide from the body and tucking them away into his pouches. It would suffice for making a new cloak, once he could find someone who could work in the magim beast leather they thought it was.
Grisly harvest accomplished, Nevin dumped the remains of the fire he had been hauling around onto the body, and stepped back to make sure that it was burning thoroughly. He nodded satisfied as the corpse lit up, fire crackling along its skin. The cold in the chamber was actually painful now, chapping Nevin's skin as the blue flames caught everything they could and set it alight. Before he could get trapped, or frozen, Nevin hurried out. Behind him, dancing blue flames could be seen, slowly spreading throughout the temple.
His teeth were chattering with the cold as he walked back to Stare. “H-h-h-h-how f-f-f-f-far b-b-b-back-k-k?”
Stare returned from walking around the outside, her spark rocks in her hand. She had done a quick circumference, making sure that the fire would not spread easily and eat up the entire forest. Instead, she had ensured every tree close enough to possibly be snapped up by the hungry flames was broken and bent away. There were limits, however. Because of her height she could only access certain ones, and so some needed to be left as possible catches. Sincerely, she hoped all would be fine and even set alight to what grasses and decaying leaves she could find in order to help the flames.
When Nevin came back to the front just after her, all shivering, she found herself thankful for the feathers that kept her warm. She realised she could not offer him her cloak, for it was now drowned with ophiotaurus gunk. Instead she had to suffice with nearing him awkwardly and touching his side with her feathers at the same time as slipped her spark rocks away.
“We teleport,” she grunted, and whilst waiting for Nevin to warm up and use her as a hot water bottle she began to search for her darkest marble of them all.
