"Burnhill! Hoi, Burnhill!" A red-haired woman called, sitting on her throne as she looked down on a bowing cleric.
The blond cleric blinked, "Sorry, your highness." She finally replied, "I zoned out a bit,"
"Mind that not," The red-haired woman replied, "Do you feel that? Is the spark trailing down your blood? The blessing I bestowed on your lineage,"
"We can't be thankful enough to be blessed by the great deity of the elemental plane of fire."
"I'm not talking about the present," The red-haired woman held her chin, glaring into the void as her eyes sparked red. "A faithless of your descendant dares to call upon my name. What do you think of that?"
"I have nothing to say," She replied, "That might be why I zoned out earlier. Do whatever you see fit,"
"Hehe," The red-haired woman giggled, standing up from her throne, "Fire is mindless. It doesn't discriminate and burn everything on its way to ash." She waved her hand forward, "Let the flames be her blessing and punishment,"
