It's always nice to see the bunnerflies flitting about, isn't it? Even Seteth finds it hard not to smile, watching them dance through the air. Today isn't simply a pleasure stroll, though; he's out foraging with a sack slung over his shoulder, odd little wyvern-squirrel DTF flapping madly as it fights to hold a branch down so he can gather nuts. Hearing Hythlodaeus' excited exclamation, he turns to look--

--only to abruptly fling himself to the ground, rolling away as a rush of flames rolls over them both. The heat is intense enough to steal his breath away, but the pain he expects doesn't follow it. Strange..... Please just ignore how undignified a first impression this must be. "Are you alright?"