Yeah… conflict would be good. Some native creature…? Or… I dunno.
Carmin listened as Phoenix talked on about names and places she’d never heared of. England sounded familiar… but he said it differently than she had pronounced it.
She wasn’t sure about him yet. His constant humour was something she wasn’t used to… but she liked it. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from him.
Phoenix muttered something under his breath, and called to the others, staring into the space before them. Carmin caught sight of it too, and let out a gasp, stepping closer to Phoenix. As much as she loved being a warrior, she was unarmed and untrained. Unless, of course, playing music for as many years as she could remember counted. But then again, she couldn’t remember very many years.
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