Fiametta jerkedly cocked her head at the new girl's words - the motion very birdlike in deed. Long, thin plumes with tufts on the end sat atop her amber head and swayed back and forth from the motion. She was curious about what the girl had said - no one had ever put out Phoenix flame before. It was simply impossible without cooperation from the bird.<br/><br/>So the thought that some human contraption might be able to do so was a very big concern for her. Her flames were as much a part of her body as anything else within her. She imagined if her fires were extinguished.... she would die. A permanent death? For a PHOENIX? Not likely...<br/><br/>She laughed aloud at the thought, the sound half harsh, half melodic to human ears. She was fire itself, after all...