[well, they're not beneath the Cloud Sea, otherwise there'd be no sky at all, though... no, nothing really makes sense at all. she puts a fist to her chin in thought, her gaze turning upwards to look past the ceiling of colorless branches and to that colorless sky.

the fire crackles and her attention turns back to it.] How... curious.

[that's one word for it. the colorless flames almost seem like an insult to the vibrancy of Pyra's fire. she wonders if Brighid's flames, much hotter and far more brilliant ftr, would fall under the same effect.]

I don't think it's a stretch to assume we're no longer in Alrest. If that is truly the case, it would be in our best interests to prioritize finding the others.

[it won't do to wander around without a weapon, though, even if... Pyra is her own weapon. Mòrag picks up a large branch and breaks it over her knee, regarding the splintered ends with a nod of satisfaction. it'll suffice for now.

beware, all, for the Flamebringer is armed. with big pointy sticks.]