It's been lifetimes since Stuart has felt the heat of the Flame. She remembers it being a sweltering heat, something almost oppressive in its presence. Today, standing awkwardly before the bonfire, Stuart only feels a creeping comfort. A tingling in her hooves and the tips of her arms, like she's found herself a warm pair of gloves and a fuzzy pair of socks. It's uncomfortable, in the way a new pair of shoes are. You're excited, but it still needs time to be broken in.

Stuart uncoils one long arm tentacle, revealing a zipper, about a foot in length, inlaid in black fabric. Hesitantly, she reaches forward, and tosses it in the Flame. She is silent for a long while, letting the chanting and cheering of the crowd and the crackling of the fire wash over her, before she speaks; a quiet, indulgent, hopeless wish.

"I just wish... I wish I could see them again. Any of them."