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[willbereborn]

[ The small red bird has returned - not that she would be missed much, at least, by most. She's a little different. Bigger, more of the size of an eagle by now. The bird is far more elegant, far warmer than before, with less white feathers, most of them gone to give place to bigger ones, of yellow and gold and red and orange. The intricate, fluffy

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[border_phantasm]

[Yukari is looking out near the tree, eyes closed, thinking of...something]

[She opens her eyes, notices the bird, and waves]

[willbereborn]

[ The little bird looks at her, has some vague memory of that face... But she doesn't do anything, just chirps and tilts her head, curious, staying on the branch. ]

[border_phantasm]

[Yukari responds by flying up]

[onelastflower]

[Aerith had been close by when the phoenix decided to land, humming quietly to herself as she tended to a bed of pink flowers she had found. Upon hearing the phoenix's call she smiled to herself and attempted a whistle back as she continued working on the flowers.]

[willbereborn]

[ Oh, that's curious! The little humming turning into a bit of a whistle - like a song! Maybe she should sing along. Sure, she can't smile with her true body, but she does feel like it, closing her eyes, ruffling her feathers a little bit, and then chirping a bit more melodiously for Aerith. ]

[onelastflower]

[The flower girl laughs quietly to herself when she notices the birdsong trying to sing with her, pausing momentarily to look up -- and see that the bird she had been whistling too was much more than what she had assumed.]

Oh! A little phoenix? [She smiles at the bird.] It's nice to see you, Miss Phoenix.

[willbereborn]

[ Curious as the not-so-little bird is, the phoenix youngling flies from the branch she sits on to another, closer to Aerith. She tweets, as if saying 'Hello!'. ]

[anunlockedheart]

[Tifa's near the tree, moving through a series of practice kicks and punches out of both a desire to keep her skills sharp and restlessness. It's odd, being somewhere like this--in Edge, there was always something to be done. Peace has always been an elusive thing for Tifa, and during these times, she was often at a loss as to what to do.

A flash of red and gold catches her sight, and she glances up.] Phoenix? Is that you? [She recognizes this creature, though as the summon monster. She stops practicing, and her expression softens. It's good to see something familiar.] You're smaller than I remember.

[willbereborn]

[ Well, that's... new. This person knows her, but the little phoenix has no memory of her face. Still, she tilts her head a little curiously, hops on the branch to take a better look. Hmm. No, no recollection of her face yet.

But the woman seems nice and she seems somewhat glad to see her, so the little bird tweets, descending to a lower branch, but still keeping her distance. ]

[anunlockedheart]

[Tifa's smile widens a fraction.] Do you remember me? Or...maybe you're different here?

[She whistles back, her imitation of a birdsong. It isn't the best, but she's trying.] Either way, it's good to see you.

[willbereborn]

[ She chirps back, not at the question, but at the whistling. She blinks, waiting to see what's next, and pushes herself up, flying towards Tifa. She flies around her twice, warmth filling the air where she passes, a strange fragrance that's rather sweet but not nauseous left behind.

She lands on the other branches, and chirps again. She wonders, does this woman understand her? ]

[mellifluently]

[Mahalia has been roaming the gardens, looking for Paderau since she saw the monster she'd become over the vine. She's desperate to help the warden, and not really in the mood for birdsong, but she hasn't heard the phoenix's song before. She stops, looking up at the tree and the beautiful bird there, twittering up a greeting in reply.]

[willbereborn]

[ Whoop, another singer, is it? Birdie looks down, her little head cocking to the side and the other, golden eyes sparkling in curiosity, the sunlight, dim as it is, reflected upon them. She ruffles up her feathers a little and tweets happily again, chirping as she climbs down one, two, three branches, almost within a tall man's reach.

There is something about this one, yes, yes. And Birdie's so very curious - she wonders what it is, who she is, what stories she has to tell. ]

[mellifluently]

[She will never be a natural 'speaker', but she has been learning the birdsong from Jast since she was a baby, and she is fluent enough to manage most conversations. She should be continuing on, looking for Paderau, but she's a curious thing herself.]

Hello. I haven't seen you before.

[Mahalia assumes she's another resident of the gardens, like the other birds and animals, albeit more unusual and eye-catching.]

[willbereborn]

[ Oh! That certainly grabs all of her attention. The little phoenix blinks, tweets in surprise and flies down to the ground as flames dance around her, then back up, flying over Mahalia. Yes, yes, she says, happily so. I've been flying, seeing - stories all around, yes?

The little bird flies down and settles on her shoulder, her claws just clenching around cloth so that she would not harm the skin beneath.

You are warm, very, different - you Speak, too, yes you do. Who are you, will you tell me? ]