Once upon a time, there lived a fiery lass. Her hair, like flames at sunset, mirrored the spirit that burned within. Unlike others who thrived in the cold Canadian wilderness, she fell in love with the rhythmic clang of hammer on steel and the heat of the forge. But the kiss of the fire god came with a harsh price: angry burns that marred her skin.

One starlit night, seeking relief, she dipped her hands into a cool spring. Whispering a plea to the spirits of fire and the ancient magic slumbering in the earth, she begged for solace. As moonlight shimmered on the water, it whispered the secrets of a wild and practical magic. 

This wasn’t just any magic. Born from the heat of her forge and the whispers of the ancients, it soothed not only the sting of her burns, but also the aches of her travels and the sun’s harsh touch.

Now, in bustling port towns and quiet villages in far off lands, she offers her balm – a simple yet magical solution to, sun-baked pilgrims, Galician Goddesses and even the occasional fire-breathing dragon. The fiery traveler and maker of practical magic, became a legend whispered across the land. Her tale, a testament to finding your passion even when you feel out of place, resonated through valleys and across the seas. And the rest…well, that is yet to be written.