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Though most of them feel the iron first.

*she bows at the waist*

The iron does not burn as the fire do.

Not to you or I or any of the iron Fae, but to the others, it does. But the heat is felt by all.

*rises, but keeps her head down and her eyes on the ground*

As you have said, my Lady, I do not know the burn of iron. Are the flames too high for you? I can lower them if the heat bothers you.

The flames do not bother me, and if I were not ready for the heat of the forge, I would not have come.

I come simply to speak with you.

You are always welcome, my Lady, and I only wish you to be comfortable in your visit.

Is there something I can do for you, my Lady?

I appreciate the concern, though all is well.

A few moments' conversation should be sufficient for me at the moment.

Just let me know if you grow uncomfortable, my Lady.

I will do my best, my Lady. What is it you wish to discuss?

Do not worry, I shall.

Shall we start simple? Such as how you are doing today?

I am well, my Lady. The forge is strong and the fires are high.

That is excellent news. You tend it well.

Thank you, my Lady. I do as I must to tend to My Lord.

He is also well tended.

Yes, My Lord is well and in high spirits for Midsummer. You, my Lady, also look well.

Considering a rapidly approaching due date, I am well.

You will be a good mother, my Lady, as you have been to all of us in the past.

I apprieciate your faith, Simi. May it be so.

I have faith, my Lady.

You are a good person.

*bows* Thank you my Lady.

Just speaking a truth, dear one.

I am still thankful for your kindness, my Lady

Something I always rejoice in offering my people.

As we rejoice in your kindness, my Lady.

And thus things become better.

The heat doesn't bother me.

*bows at the waist*

That is good, my Lord. If it gets to hot, please let me know and I shall bank the flames.

It doesn't get hot enough...

But I can feel it.

If the fires are not to your liking, I can fix them so they are. You merely need ask, my Lord.

Do you tend them?

Yes, my Lord. I am Simi, attendant to the fires and the forges.

The fires must like you.

I am the fires, my Lord.

You are beautiful.

Thank you, my Lord. My appearance is only a reflection of the health of the fires and the forge.

You must miss Auberon.

Lord Auberon was not My Lord. I am the Iron Lord's servant.

Look at it, up their in the sky.

Let them.

Yes, My Lord. If that is what you wish, I shall keep the fires burning high.