Orion approached further, sitting down on the opposite side of the small fire. He really could not help himself, the element called to him. Every flame drew him to it like a moth. His father had tried to teach him things about their kind, but then he had only four years of memories of those lessons and the feeling that there had been a lot he did not know.
Taking off his shoes, he set them aside before he stuck his feet out to the edge of the pit. The heat blistered close to his skin, allowing him to relax more than he had since they arrived at the odd travelling circus. "I'm Orion. New kid," he offered.