Not room-temperature warm — warm, like it had been sitting near a fire for an hour before it came through the portal. Chelle set it on the table and pulled her hand back slowly. Luna picked it up without hesitation, held it up to the lantern, and the 3D flame print blazed — deep orange bleeding into gold, gold into white at the tips, colors that shouldn't be possible in print moving like they had their own heat source.
Advanced print technology. Midnight's influence. Or something else entirely. Nobody has fully decided.
What everyone agrees on: put it on and the room notices. Soft, durable fabric built for the man who runs a little hotter than everyone else — the one who walks into a room and raises the temperature just by being there.
The forge made this for you. You already know who you are.
