Red Kindel's gift (part 2)

When each traveller had retreated to their huts with their twig of fire, Cole and Ember clutched the traveller's arms and led him to their home.
Once inside the traveller shivered. "How do you cope in this cold?" he asked.
Cole pointed to a pile of bearskins folded in the corner of the their hut. "We wrap ourselves up in these at night and snuggle under more when we sleep."
"Well I think I can make this space warmer and cosier," he said and stepped out of the hut.
Cole and Ember glanced at each other, wondering what to expect next. Moments later the traveller returned with a pile of dry brushwood. He stacked it in a corner of the hut and with his stick aflame he lit the pile.
"Wow!" gasped Cole and Ember.
"It's magical," said Ember.
Before long the hut was warm. Cole and Ember shed their sheepskin coats and trousers and danced round the hut singing.

"You have discovered two of the fire's secrets, warmth and light, but did you know that you need never eat cold food again," he said as he lifted two steaks of bear meat from the larder shelf, skewered them on the tips of their hunting trident and held them over the flames.
Cole and Ember watched once again amazed as the steaks sizzled and hissed. They breathed in the heady, salty scents of the meat and felt so light they thought they might float away.
"And that is the third secret," said the traveller as Cole and Ember chewed through the charred steaks, savouring each mouth-watering bite.
"Mmmm, this is soooo gooood!" Cole and Ember chimed.
When the traveller and Cole fell asleep to the crackle of the flames, Ember stayed awake and watched it. But after some time the flames began to dwindle and with it the brilliant orange glow. Ember looked to the traveller to re-ignite them but he was fast asleep, snoring deeply.
Against the traveller's advice Ember approached the dying flames. Her heart sank deep into her chest as the fire slowly died.
"Don't go," she whimpered. She pulled her bearskin tight round her body and huddled so close to the fire her bearskin caught fire.
Ember watched with delight as ever brighter flames flickered and danced, rapidly climbing up the bearskin toward her. Although she felt her skin becoming hotter and hotter she was afraid the lure of the flames would die.
"Come to me, come to me," she said. "Yes, brighter and brighter. I'm your master now."
She sat and watched as slowly the flames engulfed her bearskin and soon her as well. Too awestruck and bedazzled to cry out she sat watching the flames as they burned through her skin sending filaments of ember floating up into the air as she gradually turned to ash.

So now when you see orange fireflies dancing around a fire you are looking at the last remains of Ember Pyre of Coldport village, come to visit.