Candle

Moriah could feel the burning in her hand as she navigated the dark and narrow side streets, knowing that she didn't have much time before the flame went out. Wax was dripping down her arm and nearly coated her hand as she held the burning candle - its melted wax had dried around the base some time ago, which had sealed it to the palm of her hand. She was glad she had an affinity for the flame - the delivery was important, and this set up kept the candle safe in her possession, with little likelihood of her accidentally losing it.

If her master was so desperate to retrieve this candle, whatever the reason was, she was going to follow through and deliver it. The problem was that he had not informed her before she had departed that it was already burning, and would in fact not stop burning, no matter how hard she had tried to put it out. Water, dirt, pinching between her fingers - nothing would put out the flame. Whatever was keeping it burning, she was sure, was what her master was looking for. She only hoped that, even with so little of the base candle remaining, it would have what he needed by the time she returned with it.

She was not the only one searching for it, of course, but she felt fairly confident that she was the only one who could hold it as she was. It made it a lot easier to transport, especially as it was melting down - it had gotten to the point where she could actually close her hand around it. The flame tickled at her fingers, but she had long since become immune to the pain of fire. It was necessary when you were working as an alchemist - the frequency with which one burned their hands handling red hot flasks was immense. She enjoyed it though - and she looked forward to working with her master to learn how this candle was made.

She slipped into the workshop, glad to have been undetected. She knew the streets well, so she wasn't surprised that no one had been able to follow her. It was late at night, and she had been able to cover the light of the candle, so she was moving under cover of darkness. She was pleased that her master liked what he saw - she had arrived with more of the candle in tact than even he had anticipated, thanks to it melting and sealing around her hand. It took some effort to remove it, and she lost a fair bit of the subtle hair that was on her arm, but it was well worth it.

Now they just had to learn its secrets.