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A controlled burn is a fire set intentionally, to cultivate a farm or forest.
Lizzie pulls her wings close to her back, eyes watering. Cleo elects to attribute that fact to the smoke. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” they ask, detached. “The thing that I’m always doing.”
“I saw the lava,” she accuses, so Cleo drops some more. Leaves shrivel under its heat. Lizzie gasps, affronted.
It’s her own fault, really. The queen knew what she was doing, taking BigB’s side. And now Cleo is the one with the power - she’s the one in control.