It wasn't often that Fire Spirit had flame-outs but now seemed to be one of those times. It was lucky that he could measure how his flames destroyed things, otherwise, the area around him would be a blazing, uncontrolled inferno that would burn even the strongest Cookies to the ground. His eyes flared with anger as he lashed out at anything in his path, burning them down to ash and cursing to himself as he left a fiery, ashy trail behind him. He was ready to destroy as much as he could, even if someone would probably come to curb his temper soon enough.

Wind Archer Cookie sat perched in a nearby tree, silently watching, forever observing with his ''permanently'' uninterested gaze; spare from the few moments he was caught giggling and messing around with his few forest animal friends that accompanied him most of the time. This time was no different, a golden fox keeping her gaze on the firey legendary about as keenly as he was, both of them watching him draw near the tree they were in. He had heard from the chocolate-maned lion, that currently laid at the base of the tree, that a fire was raging; given that was as much context he got from Choco Ring; so he slipped into a tree to investigate for a moment before finding a way to put it out. The archer had not entirely expected Fire Spirit to be the flame the lion was referring to, but he supposed he shouldn't have assumed otherwise. Buttershell, the golden fox sitting next to him, huffed out a displeased yap down to Fire Spirit when he was within earshot. "I highly suggest you stop, Fire; Buttershell seems to mildly dislike you now, and with fair reason. You just burnt her favourite berry bush," He pointed out, gesturing to what once was a lively bush now turned to ashes.

Fire Spirit snarled up at them but knew that he shouldn't attack them, just storming past as he huffed and crossed his arms. His eyes glimmered as he walked out of the area, although it was pretty clear where he was going since he was still leaving a bunch of fires behind him. At this point he was flaring harder, letting out loud growls as his eyes flared out. The fires around him were growing even if he was trying his best to keep them from licking at the trees and dry leaves on them. His eyes glimmered angrily as he sat on the ground, trying his best to keep it together but eventually letting out a loud yell as fire exploded around him.

With a soft hum, Wind Archer motioned for the two animals that had accompanied him thus far to scurry off, most likely back to Millenium Tree Cookie, continuing to watch the flaming Spirit. He hopped from a tree branch to the tree branches of other oaks in order to stay close to him, avoiding the ones licked by the fire sparks. "Poor plants... You know only Sea Fairy's oceanic water magic is the only thing that can put your eternal flames out swiftly without struggle..." He muttered out with a slight sigh, resuming to peer down at him as he had been doing that entire time.

The flames remained growing for a few minutes before he fell down and laid on the ground for a while, letting out soft pants before letting his glow die. His eyes shut softly as his glow died down, his breathing slowly becoming more measured. As it seemed like there would be no more fire, none came, the Lord of Ash finally taking the Lord of Fire's place as he tried his best to calm down.

The Archer didn't comment any further, instead hopping out the tree he was in and landing gracefully on the ground, pulling his bow out from seemingly nowhere. Walking over to where the other laid, he pulled three decorative arrows and carefully aligned them in his bow; they also appeared from nothing but thin air; drawing it back skillfully as he walked behind him and traced the literally blazed path he had walked before shooting them off, a violently strong gust of wind accompanying them to put the flames out. It was a waste of wind arrows, he viewed it as, but he wouldn't allow the area to burn down while under his watch. That was what he was there to prevent, after all. Humming contently, Wind Archer eyed the other, "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, and despite using his usual somewhat monochrome tone, it had an underlying genuine worry underneath.

He sat up after a moment, his eyes glowing once again as his form shifted from the fiery one to a more ashy, almost cloudlike form. He looked back to him with a quiet hum, glancing around as he used his staff to stand up. "Another flame-out...shame." His usually chipper, loud, even excited tone was gone and instead was replaced by melancholy, upset, mournful tones as he walked past him along the path he'd gone. His eyes glowed softly as he walked along, humming to himself and eventually sitting on the ground with a soft sigh. "More damage done...did the flames hurt any animals?" He spoke in a quiet tone, watching Wind Archer with a soft sigh.

"Good question," Wind Archer calmy stated, holding a finger to his lips to gesture for the Lord of Ash to stay quiet, preferably motionless as well, before loudly whistling out. It was a roll-call of sorts, each animal letting out its own cry or yap to state it was in the area and was alright, the legendary silently counting off each one he heard. "There's Ring, and Butter, Black Rasin's ravens... and Fig Cookie even, when did he enter the area?..." He mumbled, pausing a few seconds when he didn't hear a certain red panda's yip, his entire body going tense for a millisecond as he visibly panicked soon after. It might be one of his episodes where he shows more emotion than sheer neutrality, but by no means was it a [i good] emotion for him to display. "Maple? Maple, where are you?? Are you alright??? This [i really] isn't a time for funny jokes, Pandy!!" He called out, dropping his bow in favour of climbing up a tree to take the high grounds and look around frantically. To his relief, however, he soon watched as the other legendary was tackled by the red panda he was looking for, Maple hopping into his arms and letting out a whine. He was indeed hurt, but it wasn't due to the flames that once ravaged, rather a thorn had got stuck in his paw, holding it out for it to be removed as he trusted Fire Spirit, be him Lord of Fire or of Ashes.

"There you are, little panda." He spoke calmly, holding the red panda's paw in his hands with a softly disappointed tsk. "Did you get this stuck in your paw while raiding a berry bush? Poor thing." He moved one hand and took the thorn between two fingers gently, removing it as gently as he could before flicking it aside and looking over to Wind Archer. "Here he is. Your missing red panda." He stroked his hands over Maple's cheeks with an affectionate chuckle escaping him, resting his forehead on Maple's. He might not be a patron god of nature the same way Wind Archer was, but at least he cared about the nature around him. Fire Spirit was oftentimes seen running around with the more aggressive types of animals, while the Lord of Ash liked calmer animals like red pandas. He scooped Maple up and handed him over to Wind Archer, his eyes glimmering calmly. "It's good that the flame-out didn't harm any animals. I apologize for the flora that was."

Pausing for a moment, Wind Archer quietly pet at Maple's fluffy head, the red panda laying on its back in his arms like a cat would as he did so. He seemed a tiny bit put off; he was used to Fire Spirit's upbeat self rather than the Lord of Ash's calmer self, after all. Then again, he supposed he understood, the Zephyr of Life was a whole lot more trusting, visibly happy, and otherwise carefree than Wind Archer was. "It's not me who you should apologize to; my domains only contain the winds and wildlife. Millenial Tree will be happy to regrow this area though, he's been eager to find a place to plant new flowers he bred into existence." Wind Archer hummed out, the tiniest of pure smiles on his face as Maple yapped out in joy.

"I suppose." Was all that came in response before he handed the animal over to the other, turning to walk away once again. It seemed like he was ready to disappear once again, his eyes glimmering calmly as he sat in front of the berry bush that he'd burned in his rage. It was true that he had burned it, but he had not wanted to. He held his hand out and sighed as he placed it on the pile of ashes in it's place. "Shame. She liked this bush."

"Buttershell did, yes. She was tempted to burrow under it once, Maple had to convince her that the thorny berry bushes weren't the best to burrow under and would hurt her." Wind Archer softly spoke out as Maple clawed his way to sit on his shoulders rather than staying balled up in his arms, yapping out as if confirming that memory; which he was, but the Archer didn't expect the other to understand the red panda's way of speak. "She'll forgive you in due time though, she never stays mad for long. Not at us five at least," He thoughtfully mused out after a second of silence as he shifted to climb into a nearby tree, sitting on a sturdy branch. He liked having the high grounds, especially so since he was shorter than he'd willingly like to admit, what more could he say?

A thoughtful hum escaped him as he closed his eyes, feeling the fire in his core begin to heat up once again. "And once again, the inferno blazes..." He spoke quietly before standing up, letting out a soft grunt as the flames once again burned on him, his eyes blazing out as he let out a loud groan. "MMMMMyy gods, that feels weird every time..." He grumbled to himself, then looked up at Wind Archer and gave a sheepish smile. "Hello, beloved..."

"Hello, Fire." Wind Archer hummed out in response, never having been one to use pet or nicknames, with exceptions for his animal friends or if he was feeling exceptionally affectionate. He stayed seated on the tree branch, Maple skittering down the trunk to gather more berries, "Could I know what caused that burn-out this time? Those don't occur too often. If anything, it's unusual that it [i did]. Did something happen?"

He started to speak before struggling to remember why he'd had a flame-out in the first place, eventually sighing and running a hand through his hair. "I don't...remember exactly...all I remember is...that I heard someone making fun of..." The memory hit him like a storm, darkening his vision once again before he forced himself back into control as he sighed softly. "Someone was making fun of you and disrespecting the nature around them, I just- got really fired up..."

"You shouldn't concern yourself with words said about me or about nature. That is for me to deal with, not for you. You have enough to deal with as it is, so do not plant yourself into affairs relating to me." He quickly but lightly scolded with a frown, not intending to sound unappreciative, though it was how he showed his concerns. Wind Archer stayed within the tree for a second longer, letting out a sigh after said second had passed before jumping off the branch and landing on the ground with poise. "Thank you for looking out for me, I appreciate it, but please, for your own sake, don't mind things like that."

"I know..." He mumbled softly, crossing his arms softly as he sighed out with a gentle mumble. He stood up after a moment, coming over to nuzzle his cheek lightly to try and tell him he was feeling a bit better. That's what the Lord of Ash allowed him to do, relax a bit despite his utter exhaustion after a burn-out. At least he'd had the fires put out, he supposed as he put his arms around him gently. He knew he himself was a bit touchy, he wanted at least a bit of contact with his ranger.

"I worry for you sometimes, I really do." The ranger murmured as he sighed, more than used to Fire Spirit's need for physical contact, but at the same time, not [i quite] adjusted to it either. This was better than being interrupted while practicing his sharpshooting though, Wind Archer supposed, nuzzling his head under the others; a rare display of affection from him. He had to stifle a laugh after a moment, feeling the piercing glare from one of his animal friends staring them down while behind a tree. "Yeah, Buttershell's mad about her berry bush alright... I'll help you apologize to her once you think of a good apology," Wind Archer offered kindly, unmoving from where he was as it was, truthfully, nice to be nuzzled up to someone so warm, even he could admit that.