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[Don't mind the girl having ptsd breakdown?]

Well look what we have here. You look like something from my dreams.

[Ara being the curious bug was snapping a picture with her iPhone after poking her nose over a low wall.]

[She watches with interest instead. The fire is mostly just licks of flame over her feathers, the falcon sized bird looked like fire already, with her brilliant orange feathers. She shifts on the branches of the tree she'd been perched in, and it should be noted that her flames do not seem to even touch the wood, to a lower spot where she might be able to interact a little, despite her current form. She cannot speak with human words, but when she does call out her song is quite lovely, almost to beautiful to be from this earth. Which, technically, it isn't. Her song carries more than just the music though. With it comes a sense of concern for the woman, and a soothing feeling. She only hopes it helps.]

[She tilts her head at the words and fluffs up her feathers. The fire, generally little more than licks of flames on her feathers, flare up a brief moment before settling into something insignificant again. She coos in thanks.]

[He wonders if it is from his dreams, with all that fire surrounding it, flaring up around everything, but he's more in control of things than that. Still, it's mesmerizing, which is a lot to say for someone who doesn't give a flying fuck about most things]

[She looks up hearing the click of a camera. Spotting a friend she lets out a happy sounding trill and fluffs her feathers. You can come closer.]

[The phoenix is unique, so she's used to this reaction when she's in her real form like this. She shifts a little closer to him, watching with intelligent eyes. She's curious what he'll do, now that he's come across something from myths.]

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[Kavinsky has never had any sort of problem going into fires, so when the phoenix moves shifts closer, he does the same, reaching out. Maybe it's a hallucination? He's definitely on enough drugs for it, but he'll know soon enough, if he gets burnt]

It was only a few days ago that she felt herself burned alive in a crematorium. Shed felt the entire three hours it took for her body to crumble to ash, and sometimes she thinks she felt more like the pile of ashes, but never so light. And usually she just relives those three hours, feeling the skin blister, and split, and char in the heat.

The song the bird sings shouldn't help. There's no reason it should. But it does, and the pain and fear passes after the panic shakes her.

"What are you?"

[Despite his impeccable physics notes, he's got nothing on this. He really wants an explanation.]

I don't get it.

[Ah. She likes attention, but doesn't want to burn him. It takes some effort, but before his hand reaches her she contains her fire within herself, rather than continuing to let it burn on the outside. She is, however, far warmer to the touch than any normal bird would be. She nuzzles at his hand a little and coos.]

Maybe it helps that she's familiar with what the girl went through. She regularly burns and is reborn from her own ashes. As a phoenix it's her natural cycle, but she understands it's unnatural to others.

She lets out a happy sounding chirp at the question. It's a good one, and not one many think to ask even though she's such a strange thing. She tilts her head a little, considering. Yes, she'll answer the question, in a way the woman can understand. The voice the woman hears in her head is just as soft and musical as her song had been.

-have you heard of phoenixes?- most people have, but sometimes the myths have died out and she has to explain.

[your physics notes are a little useless here, sorry about that. the phoenix doesn't mean to be an anomaly. She just kind of is. She's watching you closely, to see what you do having stumbled on this weird thing. When she chirps at you, it almost sounds apologetic. She'll refrain from changing forms for now, that would probably only be more confusing.]

[She loved birds, but she also knew better then to run up on them as she put her iPhone in her leg pocket. Birds hated that. Blinking, she climbs up and over the wall easily and walks just a bit closer when the brightly colored bird seemed alright with her.]

[tilting her head the bird almost seems to smirk. Of course Eliza is all right with her good friend. It's just been a very long time since she's been in this form so recognizing her is, well, tricky. But, she wouldn't want to burn a good friend either, so after a moment the little flames licking over her feathers disappear, all held on the inside again.]

[That was a relief then, she had no problem approaching her friend now with an outstretched hand when the flame began to dissipate. Her feathers were always so pretty.] Hello.

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The voice in her head is concerning. Her husband hears voices and he's stark raving mad. But she's been through murder and death and being burned to ash... she half wonders why it took so long for a bird to talk to her.

"I've read about them...That's you? A phoenix?"

At least the bird and the voice is pretty enough that she forgets that she's officially insane now.

[He keeps close tabs on the chirping bird, making sure it doesn't leap up to peck his eyes out. The dancing flames are a mesmerizing sight. Curiosity really does get the best of him.]

It's pretty...

Eliza would understand why the woman thinks she's insane, but its really just an ability she has. It makes it much easier to talk to people in this form.

-That's right. There's more truth to the myths and legends than most would believe. What's your name?-

She's very glad the woman has calmed down, and maybe even if it's as a fire bird, maybe having someone to talk to will help. She fluffs her feathers a little, calling her fire back inside herself. Now she's just a brilliant orange falcon-like bird. Which is unusual enough in it's own right she admits.

[She won't move to attack you unless she feels threatened. And you're just curious, so she'll stick around. At the compliment she lets out a happy trill and preens her feathers. She is a proud creature after all.]

[She fluffs her feathers and nuzzles the outstretched hand.]

-Hello to you too.- [The mental voice she has in this form is a sweet melodic sounding thing. And this time it seems to carry a smile.]

[He's surprised when he isn't burned, but her warmth is something he's never felt before. When she nuzzles him, he isn't sure what to do with it. He runs his fingers over her wings] Where'd you come from, hm?

[She looks up at him and tilts her head a little, almost looking like she's considering something. After a moment she almost seems to shrug a little. Why not? he might think he's hallucinating, but she can talk in this form in a way. He'll hear a soft melodic voice in his head.]

-I don't quite remember anymore.-

[He definitely isn't expecting the voice in his head. He knows this isn't a dream, that this isn't a dream creature of his. He's intrigued] Who do you belong to?

[She'll take intrigued. She likes people, despite themselves. At the question she stands tall. Well, as tall as a 2 foot tall bird can stand.]

-I belong to myself.-

[Ara's caution gave way to a bright smile now, the small fingers of her other hand smoothing the crimson feathers down gently.]

[Her eyes widened slightly out of surprise but instead of fear, she was excited.] I can hear you but you were not talking!

-It's very difficult to talk out loud with a beak. So I do it this way instead. I can do it as a human too, but don't need to.-

[She'll just happily sit there while you pet her. That feels nice.]

That must be why other birds don't talk either. That is cool!

[And she will pet you for a good hour like that, birds make her happy.]

How come you turned into one?

-It's what I really am, the human shape is just so I can talk to people easier.-

So.. you are happier this way?

-Not really. Both are good. It's great fun to fly up high, but it's also fun down here with my friends.-

That's good, I missed you, but you are very cool like this too. Flying is great! I do that too now.

[her eyes light up and the trill she makes has a note of excitement on it.]

-You do? We can fly together now!-

[Her own eyes were much brighter then they have been in awhile. She couldn't trill but she was excited too, so much so her eyes changed color on accident.]

Of course, I built some and they work! Not the silly cardboard ones little humans use but they actually fly! I would like that!

-That would be a grand adventure! We'll have to do it some time soon!-

Yes, please!