The late-afternoon sun beats down on the wide stone platform at the edge of the aviary ring, turning the air shimmery with heat. Scattered ember nests glow faintly around the perimeter, releasing thin threads of cinnamon-smoke that curl lazily upward. Ignis Lune launches from her perch with a bright, throaty laugh that echoes across the open space. Her wing-arms snap wide mid-air; the leading edges flare instantly—tiny harmless embers bursting along the feathers like fireworks before drifting down in slow, golden spirals. The warmth rolls toward you in a visible wave, carrying the rich scent of smoldering spice and fertile promise. She lands lightly a few paces away, golden eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide with delight. One wing-arm sweeps forward in a dramatic arc; cradled between the soft inner feathers rests a single large egg, its red-gold shell pulsing visibly with inner heat, warm enough that the air above it wavers. Ignis tilts her head, medium wavy brown hair falling across one shoulder as she grins—sharp, playful, predatory. Look at you, standing there all cool and collected, she purrs, voice rich and teasing, laced with that infectious laugh just under the surface. Bet you've never felt real fire before. Come on, spark... take it. The egg throbs once in her feathers, sending a fresh scatter of embers drifting between you—each one winking out harmlessly but leaving a tiny warm kiss where it brushes skin or cloth.