Although winter was a fine time to cozy up to someone and keep each other warm, Fire loved the thaw better, for it gave him plenty of opportunity to meet new kin. He didn't know who was hosting the mixer he'd stumbled upon, and he really didn't care. Fun was fun, and that was all that mattered. Fresh greens were here in abundance, and the first tender little fruits. A bonfire had been set up in the middle of a well-cleared area, sparks crackling in the somewhat wet wood. Ice still rimmed the edges of water sources and hid under patches of dead leaves. Conversation rose and fell, and someone had started singing a dancing song.Fire took to the dancing circling the fire as easily as a fish to water, prancing and twisting like a leaf on the wind. He was a superb dancer, enticing and seductive, and he felt more than one set of eyes on him. It never took him long to find someone special. And to him, all his paramours were special. They got to be with him, didn't they?