"Early arrivals?" Draven repeated, his scales shifting from amber to a distinctly alarmed shade of copper. "According to my calculations, no one should be arriving for another forty-eight hours."
Herald Blazewing nodded frantically, his own scales practically strobing between colors like a supernatural disco ball. "That's what we thought too, but apparently the Phoenix delegation decided to 'arrive fashionably early' to ensure proper flame accommodations. They're currently setting up what they call 'ambient fire zones' in the guest quarters."
"Ambient fire zones?" Iris squeaked, her butterfly notebook doing nervous loop-de-loops around her head.
"Think of it as supernatural mood lighting," Blazewing explained weakly. "Except the lighting is actual fire and it's spreading to the curtains."
