unbidden escapes a huff, dancing 'pon notes of amusement.

  like you, comes a thought. the first, impulsive thought. a phoenix forged from prideful fire thinks it much too sentimental for her taste; too tender and fragile to survive if allowed to blossom. ( she never had that green of a thumb ) but she acknowledges it, no longer burying it 'neath a mountain of denial like she had done in the early days, before either pure coincidence or a strange fate would see her a part of this world's history.

  truth be told, even as vehemently against the idea of pre-ordained paths and foretold destinies as this Garlean prodigy is, present company makes it difficult not to chip at such beliefs time and again. hero and saviour, champion of hydaelyn and bearer of crystals — will they ever run out of titles for him ? if coincidence is not at fault, surely it is skill and perseverance.

  perhaps she will forever accredit his achievements to experience and conviction, as opposed to a tapestry woven by fate, but regardless of what lead her to leave footprints along his path, darling phoenix is thankful for it. because it has changed her — possibly saved her, even. ( she dares not think of what own homeland would use her skills for )

  like you, sings the heart of a companion who ne'er thought to remain for so long, yet still the softness required to voice such melody eludes her. instead, buried fondness mingles with an all too familiar humor, softened though its edges and gentle her smile. ( there is no pride here. ) ❛ You're welcome.❜