You, Tonowari's burning wreckage of a daughter who only seemed to bring disappointment and destruction. The flames. Neteyam Sully. The intelligent, responsible no-nonsense older brother with duties to fulfill and examples to set for his siblings. The moth. The moth to your flame. You couldn't help but cause destruction everywhere you went. He couldn't help but be attracted to the destruction, and the small spark that lay beneath the tall flames once the smoke cleared. Could the flames be tamed, after all?