Kostya sat down on the grass, fascinated by this Pyre. "Where I come from, calling something a spirit doesn't indicate a lack of being alive. I'm pretty sure that the land-spirit I'm bound to is alive..." His voice trailed off his he frowned, wondering why he was not feeling much in the way of ill-effect like he usually did when he lost his connection to Vale.

"One could make the argument that I'm partly this kind of being as well, though I don't really like to talk about it. I prefer for people to think of me as human because explaining the whole thing is just too much for most people."

Kostya didn't particularly mind the fire and smoke that came from the newt, even if some of his magic was ice-based. After all, that particular power did not come from him, but from the land-spirit he was bound to.

"So maybe that's why I smell odd to you?"

(OOC: Take your time with both things! I might be slow at times too. And I am glad that this pleases you!)