Light as a feather, you are. [and, it seems, floating. But well, you see new things every day. He considers asking her her plans but if she has to write everything down, that will mean taking that soft small hand from his arm, and well, that can wait.
He whistles a phoenix love song as he leads her to one of the less seedier bars in town and pulls out a chair so that she may sit.]
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He whistles a phoenix love song as he leads her to one of the less seedier bars in town and pulls out a chair so that she may sit.]