It was a little known fact about Chandra Nalaar that she enjoyed dancing.
How exactly it wasn't all that known, was one of the greater mysteries of the multiverse, as the planeswalker didn't exactly do anything to hide it, and anyone with half a brain should be able to figure; that of cause she would like it.
Well, she didn't like it. She loved it.
When she was dancing she could just close her eyes and listen to the music.
She could just move whichever way she wanted without anyone judging her.
She never felt more in touch with her element than when she, much akin to a flame, just let her body follow the beat of the music, and feel the heat of the dance floor surround her.
In those moments she was fire!
… Which had gotten her expelled from quite a few places.
Even so, the pyromancer was not gonna let a few hundred burned taverns get her spirits down!
And now she had found the perfect place, a tavern completely made of stone! No hay roofs, no wooden chai