[ Oh, ruins. Her home - not home, but where she comes from - is full of them, out of reach, but not of hers. She can fly and rest in the ruins, they offer haven from the yellow eyed man, at least until the bells chime. So she's comfortable inside them. She can't get lost if she has nowhere to go, so she's not worried at all, the baby phoenix isn't. She's sitting on the broken staircase that leads to a deep body of water, probably due to the rains of the years. She's dropping pebbles inside it, watching the ripples with a curious smile. ]
d-don't break herwillberebornMarch 2 2010, 01:31:25 UTC
[ And she's not startled by his presence exactly because of the burning warmth that surrounds him. She does look, curious baby bird, and blinks her big yellow eyes, tilting her head curiously, like a birdy twitch. ]
[ Oh, he knows what she is, does he? She offers him a brighter smile, though still shy, not unsure - warmth makes her trust and she has not learn the contrary yet. She nods, a little hum. ]
I fare well, yes, been fine, without the bells, flying and dancing and singing. [ A pause. ] Who are you, warm thing, who?
[ She doesn't mind him being so quiet, not really, though it's strange to her for all of the warm creatures she's met, they're usually nice, welcoming to her. He's not mean at all, no, but there's something about him that the baby bird cannot put her fingers on. ]
Do you know where we are, Burning Path, Summer man, do you?
[ She blinks, before tilting her head down to the water below. She drops a couple of pebbles again to it, before leaning her head against his arm, enjoying the warmth. ]
[ Fire brings no harm to her, not even in this form of hers, she isn't scared by it nor by its sudden appearance, though she does seem a littl sad, a small noise leaving her throat as the water extinguishes, the plants die - they are life, magic itself travels through them too. She looks up at him, a frowny expression upon her face. ]
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Hello, hello. [ A chirp, a smile. ]
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Hello, firebird. How does life treat you.
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I fare well, yes, been fine, without the bells, flying and dancing and singing. [ A pause. ] Who are you, warm thing, who?
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The Burning Path bids you welcome.
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[ She inches just a little near, curious, and eager to feel his warmth closer. ]
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No. My home is endless flame.
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Then I, too, am your home, is it, I am a bird of fire, a red bird, the phoenix, reborn, rebirth.
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Yes. Summer's eyes recognize you, child.
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Do you know where we are, Burning Path, Summer man, do you?
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There is too much water.
[And so it is not a place of his, and so it does not matter.]
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Water can be fun, for playing, to swim, too.
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Why, why? [ She chirps, almost as if worried. ]
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Silence, firebird.
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