Aria stayed outside of the cave as long as she could, eating at its entrance. Once they had rested and were about to leave again, Phoenix took her hand. The flame in the palm of his other almost made her re-think her opinion that he was not a fire mage. But if that was the case, why the attachment to wind and the feather-like hair? It wasnâ€™t so much that Aria was more curious than before as it was she felt the need to distract herself from the webs. She knew stories about a few different creatures that could make webs like that and she didnâ€™t particularly wish to meet any of them.<br/><br/>What joy Aria had on the mountain disappeared in the cave. She remained silent, though Phoenix had not particularly told her to be. In her free hand she held her ceramic knife. It wasnâ€™t much of a weapon, but it was something she knew how to use well. She was grateful for the extra boost the breeze had given her, and hoped it would carry over a little into this cave. She suddenly had a terrible feeling about this journey. It was silly of her. After all, Phoenix had warned her it would be dangerous.