The street that led you here stops abruptly - and from here you can see a square below, the buildings surrounding it ablaze, and in the center of the square... a giant firebird. It looks injured, a wing hanging limply - but even as you watch, a glow surrounds the creature, mending the wing.
But it's a pointless endeavor. As soon as it's healed, the bird gives a screech, rising up into the air... and almost immediately throwing itself at the surrounding buildings, not caring about the injuries to itself. Again the glow, the healing, again the mindless thrashing; repeat, repeat, repeat.
It doesn't seem to notice them at first have you tried being less tiny, but as it prepares to take off again the phoenix seems to realize there's a new speck of colour down there? For a few moments it pauses, trying to focus on Kino.
The firebird screams at the sky before beating its wings down once. A gust of searing hot wind speeds through the square, and as the heat envelopes Kino they'll get brief snatches of images and feelings - the weight of a small lifeless body in their arms, rage, grief, despair, confusion, a city ablaze.
The firebird screams again, takes off, slams itself down, breaking a wing.
The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.
[They grit their teeth at the impact, the flashes of feelings and information.]
If the place you called home doesn't exist anymore, then find another! There are countless places, and countless worlds. If it's too fresh, then you'll have to be patient and wait - but harming yourself over and over again will never bring back what you lost.
You need to stop and heal before you can continue your journey.
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But it's a pointless endeavor. As soon as it's healed, the bird gives a screech, rising up into the air... and almost immediately throwing itself at the surrounding buildings, not caring about the injuries to itself. Again the glow, the healing, again the mindless thrashing; repeat, repeat, repeat.
A sad and gruesome sight.
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Hey!
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have you tried being less tiny, but as it prepares to take off again the phoenix seems to realize there's a new speck of colour down there? For a few moments it pauses, trying to focus on Kino.Re: WESTWARD OF TIME
[They shout it, voice calm and clear.]
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Ah, yes. There are those feelings.
They lower their arm, shouting once more:]
...What you are grieving has long passed. Why are you continuing to torment yourself over it?
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The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.
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If the place you called home doesn't exist anymore, then find another! There are countless places, and countless worlds. If it's too fresh, then you'll have to be patient and wait - but harming yourself over and over again will never bring back what you lost.
You need to stop and heal before you can continue your journey.