no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It shouldn't have been adorable, the feline way that he caught Amalia off guard digging, but Ronin felt a stupid smile spready across his face anyway. "I think we are pretty much there," he told the leopardess, gathering a few of the driest bits of wood to snap and arrange in a way so that they should catch in the pit and be shielded by the sand. "Let's see if we can't make a spark, eh?" Nodding to Amalia, Ronin crouched down and raised a hand. He was still not so used to creating starbolts without the intention of hurling them at his friends fighting, but with a bit of concentration, the small shooting star appeared in the air and zapped at the kindling. It displaced a few pieces of wood in its eagerness, but it did cause it all to catch. Success!