Steven and Allirea both turn towards the shout. Silhouetted against the firelight, their expressions aren't easy to read, but it's a safe bet that Steven's grinning. "Balladeer!" he shouts back, lifting a hand in turn. "We made a fire!" It's obvious, but Steven's proud of their achievement, and he figures it bears repeating. At least now people can see.

Maybe they can build a few more, spread them out a little so more people can enjoy them. Steven and Allirea don't have that clear a picture of their surroundings on a wider scale, but the area immediately around the blaze is nothing but flat, cracked mud, like a dried-out lakebed. If they can find other spots where there's no real danger of things spreading, they could easily add another little fire or two, Steven thinks.

"Hello!" Allirea says, taking the shape of a golden retriever and wagging her tail. Turning her gaze to the parrot, she asks, "Can you talk, too? What's your name? Mine's Allirea."