The mismatch of Rhylana’s eyes had long been the bane of her existence. She had longed to have blue eyes like those of the rest of her blood but instead she had passed her eyes down to those she had brought into this world. It made her sigh in frustration most times she cast or removed her glamour. Sitting here, now, she knew the girl had noticed, and appreciated, her eyes. The outpouring of gratitude making her stifle a laugh. “Young one,” In all honesty, this Phoenix was more than likely older than her, though she presented younger at this moment. “I have provided you merely the strength, my power to compliment your own. There is little that I truly did, your power needed another piece of kindling, and I gave it.” There was little more to fire once it was ignited, fuelling it and fostering a growing flame. She enjoyed seeing the young Phoenix so enthralled.
She pushed her power out, making the braziers grow in ferocity, proving a point. Rhylana looked to the girl, raising one ebony eyebrow as she thought. “I have known another such as you, yes. Most are trapped in their avian form, unable to take to legs as you are. Though I have known another, it is not my place to expose him so, but he has been known to come to me now and again.” That being as much as she was going to divulge, for this was a rare state for the legendary birds, and it was not her secret to expose.
“Tell me your name, for prayers rarely come with signatures, and the powers that be do not grant me such exposure to the raw being of a person. While I know you, your power, your life, I do not know much on the personal note.” It was a giving sweet tone as Rhylana let her fingers weave in front of her, summoning up a tea service and sweets. She had been raised to be a gracious hostess, and even as a deity, she proved to be just that. She gestured to the sweets as she thought for a time, silent, pursing her full lips as she sought the words for what she intended to ask.
“I desire to know something, for surely you should know. You have escaped, you find yourself free, in my court, what do you intend to do with your life?” It was an honest question, the bird had come to her, and as such a rare being she had no doubt that slavery was the most likely of her possible futures, so she wanted to know what this outreach of her power would be up to for the following life times. She felt the power between them, felt the connection to her sacred flame, and knew that the passion of a thousand fires brewed within the belly of this young beast. The only question now would be:
What would she do with it.