The Eye of the Storm
Rayia Si
As opposed to her daughter, Jonyna didn't seem to leave any marks on the trees as she skated along the branches of the Cathar-trees. The Rainy season had passed, but the moisture of it hadn't gone away. The elder of the two had the experience to simply glide across the branches, and the wisdom to know exactly where she was going. Someday, Rayia would too. The Jungle was a constant, unchanging. Living here, spending years and years building up mental maps of the forest, it was all part of being a Denik.
Rayia would learn it all in time.
For now though, Jonyna focused on catching the ember. Rayia could see that, at this point, Jonyna was simply going for style over practicality in her movements to do so, confident in her ability to catch it. Once more, she grabbed the ember and made it grow ever so slightly, now a candle flame as she passed it back.