*looks back over at her, feeling too close and warm being able to see her eyes so vividly and close up, slightly tense*
You Harvelles are something else…don’t you know that phoenixes are considered monsters by hunters?
And don’t you know Harvelles are more open minded than most hunters? And besides, I’ve never heard a horror story about murderous phoenixes. I always thought your kind was more of just a mythical creature than a monster. What’s it like? Do you have wings? Can I see them?
*lets our a surprised laugh, unbelieving at his luck of finding people like Ellen and Jo in a hunters bar of all places*
No, my wings only show when I die, and even then, they’re fire so I wouldn’t recommend trying to look at them.