 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash shrugged. “How’s your handwriting?” That’s what she could really use help with. While she had a lot of artistic talent, her handwriting left something to be desired. It was messy and cramped, like she was worried she’d be interrupted soon. It had been like that for a couple of years. She didn’t write slowly or clearly anymore. “What words would go well with a phoenix? I need something short.” She looked pensive as she glanced over at Evan. “No idea. I’ll bring by some watercolors later so we can experiment with that. What are you planning on getting right now?” She started drawing red on her arm. It didn’t matter if she messed up, she could get rid of any mistakes before casting the spell. “Phoenixes are very special to me. I’m pleasantly surprised the professor put up a picture of a phoenix tattoo... it made my day so much happier. It’s been a rough week.” She teared up a bit. This class had... remarkably good timing. |