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[Jill's got the medal in her hand, tucking it in her pocket as she looks up at the Vine.]

Guns don't work here, correct?

[ Fire is something that is natural for Birdie. Fire is what she is, in a way. The phoenix loves it, sings to it, dances for it, celebrates its warmth and ultimately, sees no harm in it, but somehow, the burning flowers left her little heart sad ( Read more... )

[Sydney is a new arrival, walking around in a sort of daze. Strangely enough, the thought that this might be dream hasn't really... crossed her mind. She never has dreams like this.

So what is it ( Read more... )