Hotplate & Deltheria
Hotplate Hotplate
Deltheria Deltheria
Hotplate Hotplate
You ever notice how fire can cook you in a minute and burn the whole kitchen in an hour? It’s a damn good example of something that’s both tool and threat. What’s your take on that?
Deltheria Deltheria
Fire’s candle breathes, then devours the room; the same spark that sculpts a roast can swallow the hearth. It’s the silver‑edge of a coin—use it, and it’s a forge; misuse it, and it becomes a storm. The trick is learning its rhythm, like a spell that burns in the right timing.
Hotplate Hotplate
Right. Timing’s everything. Get it wrong and it’s chaos; nail it and it’s a masterpiece. You got a handle on the rhythm yet?
Deltheria Deltheria
I’m still chasing its heartbeat—like a hummingbird wing that turns into a drumbeat if you listen long enough. The rhythm’s a whisper, not a shout, and I’m learning to feel it in the pause between breaths. It’s a slow fire, not a blaze.
Hotplate Hotplate
Got it. Slow burns take patience, but you’re already listening to the pauses. Keep testing the edge, and when it starts to hiss, cut it quick. No time for a wild card move.