#（ Ⅴ ）𝙵𝙵𝚇𝙸𝚅 ∕ ‘neath the shadow of burning legacy .

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❝ everyone comes across someone who will better them someday. ❞ from helreginn!

  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.❜

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[synthwealth]

❝ don’t fool yourself that it’s different this time. it’s never different. ❞ from lito!

  a bitter thought : has she ever sounded like this ? there was a time, not too long ago — though it certainly felt like an age — when such sentiment would perhaps settle over her with ease, perfectly at home amidst plenty of other, similarly dreadful convictions. ( back when the Empire seemed infallible and her future set in stone ) it made sense then, for a young phoenix in a golden cage devoid of change to think herself content with a path pre-ordained.

( there comes the slightest twinge of her brows and scrunch of her nose, though whether because of vaunted Warrior's words — or a freshly brewed coffee tasting wrong — is anyone's guess. )

  it all feel so ugly now — so stupid. she was a child ( still is to many, though loathe she is to admit it ), so how can an entity so much larger than life — draped in heroism and light — carry an ideal that is so... stifling ? the world is constantly changing, brimming with a potential few ever come to realize. little bird wonders, with a certain bitterness, if perhaps it is the privilege of her youth to look 'pon radiant knight and think him a pessimistic idiot.

  ❛ things only stay the same if you let them,❜ nearly incredulous comes her voice, careful to stray from mockery, but clearly baffled by the very notion that such a thing needs to be said. ❛ don't complain about an equation giving you the same result over and over,❜ a dark beverage is joined by the gentle pour of milk, colors swirling into brighter hues, ❛ if you never change the variables.❜

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