Someone has left the camp fire lit. Its okay, though, because it starts to rain. As it rains, a small toungue of Flame jumps out of the Fire and onto the rock ground. He brushes himself off then stands to his full height, wondering where he is. As he looks up, his eyes fall upon the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. A Raindrop.

Her dress is made of pure water and fans out at the bottom. Flame can do nothing but stare, and Raindrop raises a translucent hand to her face and giggles. They stare at each other for a moment.

"Hello," Flame says softly. Raindrop doesn't respond, and he realizes painfully that she can't understand his crackly language. He reaches out his hand instead. Raindrop's eyes widen and she moves her hand closer. They meet, and both Raindrop and Flame feel a jolt of pain. They cannot touch without hurting each other. Flame would cause Raindrop to evaporate, or Raindrop would quench Flame.

She stares sadly at his fiery form and prepares to walk away, but Flame has other ideas. He finds a thin, long rock and draggs it over to her. He motions for her to grab onto one end, so she does. He holds the other. They start to walk together, through the trees, as close as they will ever be to holding hands...