His secrets have secrets. A real enigma, that one was. Phyri tilted her head in acknowledgement at the prospect of an easier target to begin with if she did end up going on a wild diricawl chase. “Perhaps you’re right,” she agreed with a grin, and skipped out of Bastien’s way again purely to annoy him.

“Anyway,” Porphyria declared, reverting back to their original discussion before Bastien had demanded her attention, “tell me more about this phoenix of yours.”

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