Sometimes when the moon slips above the tree branches you can see little sparks jump out from it. This is because it’s actually grinding against the branches, which are made of firelava.
Mama, what’s firelava?
It’s a stone, my dear. A hard stone that’s hot to the touch even when you put it in snow. There used to be one in our village.
What happened to it?
That’s a long story Nikkum, and your eyes look sleepy.
I’m awake I promise!
Well alright. Just the start. Maybe you’ll dream the rest in the night and tell me how it ends.
This is really cool.
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