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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