A Burst Across the Threads

Everything was still, and then my flames flickered with real warmth! I leaned right out of the glossy card surface, blinking into the soft afternoon light. The woven yarn beneath me felt textured and thick. I gave a quick, bright hop forward, planting my fiery tips against the raised ridges of the fabric. The woven threads cast tiny crisscross shadows right beneath my glow, and I couldn't stop grinning!