Spark was the clumsiest emberling in the entire groveāa fact made obvious within the first hour of dawn. The tiny Ember-aligned creature hopped enthusiastically toward the morning gathering spot, flames flickering cheerfully atop his round form. Three hops in, he tripped over absolutely nothing, tumbled head over heels, and accidentally set a small patch of dry grass alight. The older Pyrospirits quickly put it out, their flames dimming with what could only be described as ex