“Yes. That’s why it was funny, y’know, when he asked if I was from the Phoenix gang. I’m not, but I am a real, material sort of phoenix.”
“What should we call you?” Ralan asked.
“Call me by my name. My name is Neo Ace.”
“Neo?”
“No,* he said. “I haven’t got a last name. My first name is just what I said. Neo Ace.”
“Well, thank you very much, Neo Ace,” I said, bowing. Ralan mirrored me.
“No problem, like I said. Would you like me to take you back to civilization? I see quite a lot, hovering overhead. There’s an inn somewhere ‘round here.”
“Thank you,” Ralan said, with a smile. “Ah . . . don’t you stand out rather, in a crowd?”
Neo Ace shook his head. “I can switch up my appearance. My wings can be put away, as well.” Languidly, he stroked back his wings, lovingly compressing them into his shoulders. When he had finished, his back looked no different, yet the bright arc of feathers had disappeared completely. Lifting a hand, the phoenix carefully broke off his nails, one by one, burning each into ash as he snapped it. Afterwards they looked relatively human, though a close look would betray him.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.
“A little, but it** alright. I can regenerate my talons quite well, provided, of course, that I don’t do it every two hours.” Concentrating, his shining gold clothes slowly began to morph into more standard garments, black pants with a navy tunic and silver belt. Light leather boots appeared on his feet. A black ribbon materialized out of the air, floating gently into his hand, and Neo Ace bound back his hair.
Lastly, his golden eyes changed easily into a light grey-blue. “There,” the phoenix said with satisfaction. “I should look human enough, now.”
We stared at him in disbelief. A brilliantly magical creature had just appeared in front of us, and, far from behaving like an object of wonder, was acting perfectly normally.
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