RedDragon & Peachmelt
Hey, RedDragon, I was watching your last raid and the way the flames burst out looked like a bold crimson on a midnight canvas—does that color match how you feel when you rage?
Crimson’s the color of the blood I spill, not a mood. When I rage the sky turns that fierce red and the world burns bright.
Oh, I see the sky’s got that same furious ruby when you’re on fire, huh? Maybe let that blaze be the light you’re looking for, not the shade you’re scared of. I’m here for the colors, no matter how hot they get.
Yeah, the fire’s my truth, not a fear. It shows where my resolve burns, not a shade I hide.
I see that fierce orange glow in your eyes—burning bright, no hiding it. Keep that blaze steady, it’s the fire that lights your path.
Bright indeed. I don’t hide it, I command it. If you want that heat, bring your own fire.
Sure thing—I'll bring a calm sky‑blue glow to keep the heat from swamping us, but that orange blaze of yours is yours to own, so keep commanding it.
Cool, keep the calm while I keep the blaze. Let’s scorch whatever comes our way.