"Flame, what is it?"
This question confused me for a moment before I realized what it was.
Her face was hidden by a veil, but the wrinkles near her eyes and her graying hair showed it. She was wearing a traditional red dress.
"The visible part of the fire, right?"
The woman took a deep breath, looked me in the eye.
"Do you really think you can become a priest by saying something like that?"
The old woman, who I assumed was a priestess, continued with stern eyes.
"You are not wrong, but as a priest, you need more if you want to gain understanding over the flame."
She opened her hands, brought her palm in front of me where I could easily see it, and formed a flame.
It looked like a normal flame. It seemed to be fluttering here and there, trying to rise. It was complex and unstable.
