We wondered lazily round the back of the tents, and before I could ask him where it was we were headed to, a bright purple fire came into view. It was flickering and crackling, the flames reaching up towards the blackened skies as a few more people took a seat surrounding it. A woman sat at what I assumed to be the head of the fire, her red hair curled around her face, her side bangs curved slightly over her forehead. Her eyes were lined with black eye liner, her eyelashes painted with thick blue-ish-black mascara. As we got nearer, I became more convinced that her eyebrows were actually tattooed on. Around the violet-flamed fire roughly around eight people had made a circle, leaving room for Xian and I. We sat down quietly across from the woman, and Xian put his arm around my waist and pu
