Telanora smiled and nodded. "Yep," he said, quietly, before gazing into the fire. "You know, my mother used to tell me that the shape of the flames in an area told you a lot about it..." He spoke very softly, contemplating each word. "She used to tel me that flames tell stories... I never realized what she meant until just now... These flames speak of a new beginning... They speak of hardships passed and overcome... They speak of crossroads meeting and two paths merging into one. They speak of danger and adventure... I've never seen flames like this before..." He stared for a moment more before blinking and looking over at Alanna. "I'm sorry," he said. "I got lost in thought there. Don't mind what I was talking about, it's not something I can easily explain."