"Just Zoya," she responds immediately with a small smile. 'Miss' makes her sound old.
His question gives her a moment to think. Are there phoenixes in her world? There's the firebird, which is a myth in itself as much as it's a real, living thing. So many of the fantastical creatures she read about in books have been confirmed as real. A special stag. A sea creature filled with so much power. A phoenix certainly isn't out of the question.
"It's a… story." As everything is, as everything always becomes. "I think it's been designed to give us hope that when everything is lost, something new will grow in its place." She shrugs. She doesn't believe in that; she doesn't particularly wish to.
She looks at him with a curious furrow to her brows. "Is it in yours?"
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His question gives her a moment to think. Are there phoenixes in her world? There's the firebird, which is a myth in itself as much as it's a real, living thing. So many of the fantastical creatures she read about in books have been confirmed as real. A special stag. A sea creature filled with so much power. A phoenix certainly isn't out of the question.
"It's a… story." As everything is, as everything always becomes. "I think it's been designed to give us hope that when everything is lost, something new will grow in its place." She shrugs. She doesn't believe in that; she doesn't particularly wish to.
She looks at him with a curious furrow to her brows. "Is it in yours?"