Faerydae thanked Brun and went inside, casting a glance over her shoulder to see that Anemos was behind her. The corridor they were in was long and dimly lit with tourches, and Faerydae's wings glowed like the fires themselves. As she walked past each tourch its flame brightened a little, as if acknowledging the fire fairy's presence. She smiled and sprouted little fires at her feet so the floor wouldn't be quite so cold. Sparks popped from the fires every time she took a step.