Alfey Svala walked in and threw her sword onto her bed. She sat on the bunk and made flames appear at her fingertips, for fun. After having watched them for a minute, she extinguished them.
Svala put a strain of bright red hair behind her ear, but decided it was looking too "girly". She got up and shook her head intensively. Now her hair was all messed up, hanging and sticking up in every possible direction. She ran a blazing hand through it, proud it wasn't putting her on fire, then lowered it again and put the fire out.
She was definitely glad to be daughter of Surt. Even if that might mean she wouldn't have many friends in Camp apart from the other giant kids.
