I’d picked out a silver dress for the occasion. It was lightweight enough that the fire’s warmth wouldn’t bother me. The dress was short, falling above my knees and the deep plunging neckline showed off my chest. Nyla had insisted I wear a blue gem pendent with it all. Once I was dressed, I helped Nyla tie her own little red dress in the back. It complimented her fiery red hair and tan skin perfectly. Glancing in the mirror, she grinned. “We are quite the pair,” she marveled. “I suppose we are,” I giggled. We were fire and ice beside each other.