#phoenixsummon

Altissia was a lovely city, and he was quite glad to have the time to take it in before they summoned the Tidemother. Her wrath was legendary, and they were all preparing for the worst. His stroll through the canals of the city was as much to ponder on evacuation plans as it was to see the sights.

He sipped idly from a can of Ebony as he walked, thoughts on the work ahead. The narrow streets and canals would prove a hinderance should emergency assistance be required anywhere. It may be smart to-

"THE FLAMES THEMSELVES appear before me. I know not your reasons, but I welcome you nonetheless. Are your fires replenished, my lady? Do you perhaps need this humble man's aid?"

Cor had always kept an ear to the ground. As the Marshal of the Crownsguard, it was his job to protect the royal family – to be prepared for anything – and knowing the goings-on in Insomnia made his job that little bit easier.

He’d heard rumours of a woman. A woman who always seemed to disappear when anyone got close. She'd actually become a little bit of a legend. Nobody knew for sure whether she was real.

It was curious, enough so for Cor to investigate. It could be nothing. It probably was nothing, but if this woman existed, if she was a threat to the Crown, Cor needed to know.

 "I've got you."

❝ This... ❞

Had he already lost the body? Had he finally lost his life? Could he leave at once? No… there was something… someone warm close to him. Damn it, why?

Teu didn’t think the Phoenix’s words unreasonable, all in all. All spoken beings, Teu thinks, have the potential of being deceptive, of speaking the kind of truths that are only understood far later, if they are truths. The stars, as well as the Eorzean Twelve, know that Teu hasn’t always been forthright. Still, she means no harm to the spoken bird, so long as no harm is sent her way first.

Thus she nods, and then offers the phoenix a somewhat fleeting smile.

╼ ༺ :|           His own talon-like nails silently clacked away against the dining table as the human phoenix was doing... whatever it was, Seymour wasn’t entirely sure.  Starring was something accustomed to when directed towards him despite brushing it side with an otherwise calm demeanor, yet one more than one occasion, the tables had been turned when zoning out.  And that was precisely what was happing.

     At some point her gaze directed itself at him.  He blinked.

     Seymour straightened his posture into something more proper.  “Please turn back into your true self, Lady Ember,” he’d say, breaking the eye contact and ending with a silent exhale as he waited for her to do as told.

     ✫✦𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜;;– ‘ Okay annnnnnd... ‘ He had the camera positioned exactly where he needed it. However, the moment he went to snap the shot, he was a little surprised with someone getting in front of it. He blinked before laughing softly and approaching her.