I'm the bravest fiery daredevil of all the flowers.
Despite my Dads' best efforts, my brothers and I are always competing for the most daring tricks.
We're no strangers to the edge of a blade, or the heat of a fire.
(Jacks probably wouldn't call us brothers, but I don't care.)
We had nothing to do with that fire.
Thankfully most people don't look our way about it...
In the meantime we've got all of eternity to practice, so how far can we go?
