Verta & MadFire
Verta
Hey, have you ever noticed how a wildflower just pops into color and then fades away, kind of like a flame that blazes bright and then goes out? It makes me think about the wild, untamed energy in both things.
MadFire
That pop and fade feels like a spark that lights up and then collapses—just the kind of wild energy I thrive on, even if it means I have to fight the ash that stays behind.
Verta
I hear that crackle, that brief blaze, and then the ash settles like dust on a petal. It’s the quiet after the storm, a gentle reminder that even the brightest fire leaves a soft trail waiting for the next wind.
MadFire
You’re right, the afterglow is like a promise that the next flare is just around the corner—so let’s keep chasing that spark before it blows out.
Verta
I’ll trail the scent of rain on petals, chasing that spark until it whispers again, even if the ash lingers like a quiet sigh between breaths.
MadFire
Rain on petals is the perfect trigger, so grab that spark and let’s turn every ash into a fresh blaze.