[Death is a cruel yet curious thing indeed, but a more intriguing topic of the mystical birds piques Willow's attention more for the moment. She's dealt with enough death as is back home.
She shakes her head, crossing her arms in front of her, flashlight now pointing to a wall that had charred writing and some picture depiction of both towers at full height on a wall. Maybe now the value is lost, but in the past? Certainly something sacred had to have called a powerful bird here. Something calls her besides the knowledge, after all she resonates with birds being a "legendary" Phoenix herself. Or rather, WAS one before she arrived with only understanding the birds and having them drawn to her intact.]
Been here long enough have you to hear such talk? Pray, tell me such words you've heard? Even if not seeming of import, history still tells a tale with minor details. [A pause before she shakes her head. She seems to have forgotten manners, something she must rectify immediately.] Ah. Do forgive me, my manners have escaped me, my name is Willow.
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She shakes her head, crossing her arms in front of her, flashlight now pointing to a wall that had charred writing and some picture depiction of both towers at full height on a wall. Maybe now the value is lost, but in the past? Certainly something sacred had to have called a powerful bird here. Something calls her besides the knowledge, after all she resonates with birds being a "legendary" Phoenix herself. Or rather, WAS one before she arrived with only understanding the birds and having them drawn to her intact.]
Been here long enough have you to hear such talk? Pray, tell me such words you've heard? Even if not seeming of import, history still tells a tale with minor details. [A pause before she shakes her head. She seems to have forgotten manners, something she must rectify immediately.] Ah. Do forgive me, my manners have escaped me, my name is Willow.