The clash of swords and fire was nothing new in your small city. Living in a city on an island meant everyone was like a tight knit family. You knew the friends down the block and even the hairdressers cousins, the carpenters and the elders. Tonight was one of the many nights where the city would gather and have a feast.

This one particularly was for the ever changing weather. You were known in the city. You were the midnight dancer. Among a couple other girls you would dance at the stage at night. Performing sword dances and tribal rituals within. It was a spectacle of light.

Tonight however the show was a little different. The fire dancers were on stage as well. But the show always goes on. You decided you’d dance anyone. Others worried about what would happen if you got caught in the fire.

You got your dress on. Your flowers set in your hair and you went on stage. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers to continue. You went infront of the fire dancers and performed a tribal dance. Using the fire to act as light in your dance. You couldn’t help but notice that one of the dancers had his eye on you.

After the spectacle it was time for dinner. You head off the stage and go get some food to eat. You decided to stop by one of the tables with the last piece of spicy fish. Before you could get it, someone got to it first. When the person turned around you noticed it was the dancer. From the fire. You pouted and looked at the fish. He laughed softly and gave it to you.

“You can have it. Take it as a token of appreciation for the dance you did.”

You smile and nod eating it happily with your fellow dancers. You end up having a few more encounters with him and eventually you’re both sitting watching the stars. He tells you his name is Mylo. You smile and tell him yours.