43.4 Schrodinger's Phoenix

"A... phoenix..." Anna pronounced the word in a way that told me she had no idea what I just meant. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I schooled my features. "Did it call itself that?"

How fun was this shvt... "It's... some sort of a flaming... hawk," I worded carefully, knowing full well that Flare would berate me if I described her like some common bird again. "A hawk made of flame, wielding the power of fire."

I mentally cursed myself at the shvtty way I described the phoenix of legend. Well, she wasn't the legendary creature herself, but it was still gonna earn me some negative points on my alter ego's list. I should've worded this correctly... Fvck me.

"I see," Mathilde nodded, seemingly cutting off whatever Anna had to say as the emotive twin closed her mouth. "A hawk made of flame... Some sort of premonition?"