Ifrit

TSONM 08/03 A species of elf (creature), who specialized in fires. Lived in a special quarter in the kemana. Discovered by Alison's crowd while wandering the kemana on New Year' Day of their senior year.

In the area, he temperature of the air began to increase, and the light around them shifted to a slightly orange hue. The heat wasn’t unbearable. It was more like a warm summer’s day. The scent of burning wood and jasmine filled the air. Every surface seemed ablaze. Bright orange flames flickered and danced along the edges of the street. Small blue and orange tongues of fire licked at the exteriors of cottages and shops that seemed hewn from rocks. In a shop window, they saw everything a fire-worker could ever wish to own. Blood-red and lava-orange gems and crystal figurines. A small salamander figurine caught her eye. The creature blinked, and Alison smiled as its tongue passed over its lips.

They went into the shop. A pair of Ifrit stood behind a black stone counter, watching the students with dark-red eyes. The Ifrit were tall beings with vibrant manes of flames instead of hair and small black horns in the place of human eyebrows. Their angular features resembled humans, but their fingers looked slightly longer than was entirely normal. They dressed in a mix of charred blacks and vivid oranges, the loose, flowing garments moving almost like the flames around them. . Ifrit are tricksters and very fond of semantic games.”

Alison was interested in one of the three salamander figurines they had displayed. . The first was an orange crystal lizard with small black spots down the center of its back. It walked lazily up the Ifrit’s arm, while the black stone one with bright orange toes and tipped tail walked along its hand and glared at Alison. It was the third, whose body resembled flames bound into a solid form, that held her attention. The fire swirled across its back and raced up and down its tail.

“We can strike a good bargain. I can see you have many things to exchange,” the Ifrit told her, holding the fire salamander a little closer. Tanner saw the hunger in his eyes when he looked at Alison’s white hair. She peered over her glasses and saw the blood-red sparks of ill intent in the Ifrit’s soul and gave him a polite smile. “Thank you, but not today.” She turned away. and the black stone one followed them out of the shop. The Ifrit controlling the lizard was sure that the Drow would return, and when she did, he would take a small piece of her magic for his own.