When the days reach their peak and the night air is a humming balm of hedgerow scents, it is time to prepare an offering.
Midsummer’s Eve is her date to blaze and quid pro quo is the bedrock of her relationship with her supplicants.
A fiery elemental of savage benevolence; feed Ignis once and she will keep an entire village nourished through winter.
A nurturer at heart, she gladly enfolds her sacrificial lambs in flaming arms and smiles her reassurance that everything will be okay - a promise belied by her ever-running features and, in fact needing them to believe otherwise;
You see, she has been waiting all year for this
and screams are her protein.