Since her lesson with Mack, Lillith had been engaged in constant sketching and thinking for 'graphic novels' of her life and her cousin's and Vox Machina, and of course of the Inn. She carried her sketchbook with her everywhere and if she did not have smudges of charcoal on her face, they could almost certainly be found on her horns.

This evening, drawn by the flare of fire against an already fiery sky, she came to the campsite and perched on a boulder where she could see the people coming and going, and where she was near to Jag. While he made things of the fire, she rapid-fire sketched him doing so, enthralled by the firedance. Soon, she found that too slow and put down her drawing tools in favor of illusions.

Clapping once in delight, she cast an illusion of fire, the color of it blue instead of red, and did the best she could to weave and dance in tandem.