At times, Danaël could see faint, fantastical crimson flames escaping from Evangeline's right eye and hand. These flames evaporated as soon as they left the girl's body.
She examined them with a puzzled expression, coming within centimeters of Dod's face and then Danaël's.
Danaël looked at himself and saw that his body was covered in these undulating flames, coming and going, crackling like a bonfire.
This time he felt no pain; on the contrary, he was comforted by a gentle, soothing warmth. He glanced down at his hands and was forced to note that the color of his fantasia was not the same as Evangeline's.
The flames emanating from his body were green with black tints.
He turned his head to his friend Dod, and likewise, his fantastic flames were different: in the half-light, Dod shone brightly with his pure-white flames dotted with purple touches.
"Interesting", said the princess curiously. "Your colors are truly original. I've never seen them anywhere else."
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Dod asked in a puzzled tone.
"I don't know, fantastic mist is normally supposed to be homogeneous, but you...you each have two distinct colors within your mist."
"Let's hope it's just a detail", concludes Danaël. "Please continue, princess."