Neryia, the poor dear. She was an ordinary Kaala. But that candle. It flicked back and forth. She couldn't help herself. She swatted at it, and missed. Again, and missed. The thired time, she caught the candle. And the flames caught the carpet. The carpet caught the curtain. And then the house was aflame.
Needless to say, Neryia doesn't go much around candles anymore
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