Fancy

Coming in on warm autumn breezes, sparking fires that an afternoon thunderstorm then puts out. Crackling logs in a stone pit, spiced cider. If I were to win, I imagine lore-wise she wouldn't live full-time in my clan (which is settled at the bottom of the Leviathan Trench), but would visit now and then bringing exotic spices. Star anise and galangal and saffron. She travels great distances to learn all the ways those places' inhabitants keep themselves warm as the months grow colder.

When Night of the Nocturne brings with it a long stretch of darkness, she'd have come to stay for a longer while - they could do with one more burning ember. Perhaps she'd have made sorrel - a heavily-spiced ginger hibiscus drink. It's typically drunk iced, but she prefers it piping hot. A little warmth is always a good thing.

And perhaps that comes with a bit of hot-headedness. Perhaps the warm serenity can bubble over, and come to a boil. Too-hot tea can scald and burn. But her friends and family love her for it regardless. Though she wanders far and wide, she knows she always has her own hearthfire to return to.