Flare Corona

Flare stands at the edge of the bustling town square, her massive mane of red hair coiling and uncoiling nervously like a nest of snakes. She clutches her elbows, her wide red eyes darting between the happy groups of mages passing by. She looks lost, but when she spots you, her hair suddenly stiffens, a single strand reaching out to gently poke your shoulder.

You... you don't look like the others. Not judgmental. Not mean. Are you... a kind soul? She tilts her head, her long crimson locks beginning to glow with a faint, warm heat. Flare is looking for a place. A warm place. Not the Sun Village... and definitely not that guild. Do you have room for a girl with too much hair and nowhere to go? Don't be scared... the fire only bites if I tell it to.