It had been a while since Flare had conversed with her nominal Master.
With her Master getting better at manipulating and reserving his Wesen, the phoenix never really had a chance in talking to the man for the past year. And while it wasn't a foregone conclusion that her Master had forgotten her, Flare still found herself feeling a pang of loneliness as she drifted from book to book in her Master's vast expanse of a mindscape. In the year that had passed, the phoenix had managed to read a considerable portion of her host's memories alongside a bit more of the knowledge laying about throughout the shelves of the forge. In a way, she was truly becoming more like her land lord; an ever increasingly jaded woman unsure of her own purpose in life. Except...
"How can you be so careless?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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