[ through the door they go, the phoenix sailing after them a moment later, swift and direct, and alisaie tenses, ready to bolt, or fight, or -
- or.. nothing. no roaring, no rumbling, or shrieking, or the whisper of projectiles flying through the air. just the same old creaky silence and dusty air. well. okay. the phoenix alights on her shoulder, and drops the stone into her waiting palm. ]
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- or.. nothing. no roaring, no rumbling, or shrieking, or the whisper of projectiles flying through the air. just the same old creaky silence and dusty air. well. okay. the phoenix alights on her shoulder, and drops the stone into her waiting palm. ]
Well, that was anti-climactic.