"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.
"A flame is normally unstable and uncontrolled. This is the case when you simply define it as the visible part of the fire. Of course, it is up to you to change that."
