Morana had grown up amongst the wild, and she was in no way new to dangers of fire. In her own forest home there had been hot summers that had caused the brush to catch alight, and while uninhabited by people, she would often to her best to stop any other creatures from dying needlessly. The Lykke Clan didn't take much heed, since these inicidents were contained away from their village. And they worshipped the sun, so why make an effort to put out something their beloved deities set alight?
The tribal girl recognised there were great forces that could cause such phenominal things like earthquakes, floods and fires. Nature could give, it could take, and sometimes it could be very harsh indeed. But this wasn't nature's hand, this was Lucifer's and there was no point or cycle to this blaze. Destruction was the only intent.
That was why Morana had been so quick to move. On instinct she went to the nearest window in the hallway and climbed out of it, carfully but agilely swinging herself out to land in a nearby tree, which thankfully wasn't on fire yet. With the way it was spreading though, it wouldn't be long.
She carefully slid down the trunk and landed on the ground, sprinting towards the other side of the house to block the blaze from spreading further. It was one of the sadder things she could attribute to experience.