"Tell me what I have to do. I will chop a thousand cords of petrified wood. I will clean every magma vent in this mountain with a toothbrush."
Ignis looked down at her glowing silver hair and the fierce, burning passion in her silver-flecked eyes.
The Chief Forgemaster grinned, a smile of pure brotherhood.
"There is no need for chores, Brother!" Ignis roared happily. "The Heart Fire cannot be taught to just anyone! It requires a constitution capable of withstanding immense internal pressure, and a soul that understands the rhythm of the flame!
You already possess the foundation! Your understanding of the Maillard reaction proves your spirit is ready!"
He tossed an incredibly heavy, thick leather blacksmith's apron at her.
