“A phoenix,” Phyri hummed, already musing on the possibility of some verses there – there was much metaphor to made of the mythology of a phoenix. “You’ll have to let me know when –” it’s next regenerating, she was about to finish; but here was Bastien back, peering up at her with a wilting flower in his beak.
“Merlin,” Phyri sighed instead. “Men never do take a hint, do they?” Rolling her eyes, she nevertheless leant down to take the bloom Bastien had dropped, cooing at him in a tone of some affection. “Do they, you feathery nitwit?”
She was encouraging him a little, anyway, because she felt a pang of sympathy for him – a bird, and he couldn’t even fly. It must be quite disheartening to be surrounded by owls and snidgets (and the occasional wren) and be stuck with waddling. Poor, poor diricawls. That said, their disapparating trick was fairly clever. “And what’s Bastien’s story?” she asked – clearly he had finagled some preferential treatment, wandering with Eva wherever she went. She grinned. “How did he first woo you?”
“Merlin,” Phyri sighed instead. “Men never do take a hint, do they?” Rolling her eyes, she nevertheless leant down to take the bloom Bastien had dropped, cooing at him in a tone of some affection. “Do they, you feathery nitwit?”
She was encouraging him a little, anyway, because she felt a pang of sympathy for him – a bird, and he couldn’t even fly. It must be quite disheartening to be surrounded by owls and snidgets (and the occasional wren) and be stuck with waddling. Poor, poor diricawls. That said, their disapparating trick was fairly clever. “And what’s Bastien’s story?” she asked – clearly he had finagled some preferential treatment, wandering with Eva wherever she went. She grinned. “How did he first woo you?”
a sublime set by Lady! <3