Here are a pair of fire dancing feet. Most likely they belong to the nice not-elf lady from Sketchbook Memories #1, but many folk in that particular story partake in fire dancing. Most don’t wear sandals to dance, though. They wear strange, pointed shoes that look a little (in the pictures…) like they are carved out of wood. Sandals make more sense, I think. You’d burn through a lot of shoes, otherwise.
(Maww, I didn’t see when I took the picture the shadow splitting it in two. Oh wells. It’ll do)