Family Business
Returning to The Council, I burst in with The Question.
"Daughter. What's worse than a Phoenix Feather?"
I notice that she gives precisely the amount of dramatic pause for the situation at hand, a couple/few seconds, and replies, clear as a bell.
"Knowing that one is coming, but not knowing when."
Eyebrow already cocked at one novelty, twice now presented as solid, I calculate briefly.
"Then the time is now."
With that, our business for the day concludes.
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