<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Seated)<br/><strong>ACTION:</strong> Listening to a beautiful song, and forming a bond with a stranger<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade, Alucielle (m), Devon (m) | OPEN<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The young, raven haired girl sang like nothing Cleo had heard before, not in any of her lifetimes. Her voice carried the hope of new dawn, and brought back memories of Cleo’s many lives before. In fact, the phoenix was so mesmerized, the light tap on her shoulder caused her to move and offer Spade the seat next to her, thinking he <em>too</em> wanted to enjoy the delightful sounds. But then the room… It became more romantic. It was darker, and aromatic. <em>Did the… tavern owner do this on his own?</em> From the corner of her bright eyes, Cleo watched him bow to her, and shook her brunette head softly as she realized he was <em>introducing</em> himself to her as if she was some sort of… well, immortal, fire bird.<br/><br/>“I assure you, Spade, I did not mean to cause such a fuss. I am certain my… <em>novelty</em> won’t last long.” And yet, a floating candle behind the partially dressed phoenix was suddenly lit. Then the small, orange flame leapt from the first candle to the second, and the third, and all the rest. The flame was as powerful as it was playful, and soon the room was aglow with soft, burning light. <em>He made candles for her.</em> It had been a very long time since the phoenix had been romanced. “I suppose…” Cleo cleared her throat as Alucielle continued her siren song, “I am Cleo, and if you know of my kind, then you know we follow the Sun.” Though Cleo did wonder <em>how</em> Spade knew of phoenixes in the first place, now, during a beautiful, musical performance, was hardly the time to ask. Still, her voice was soft, and there was a small, smile on her lips as she spoke. “You must be wondering why it’s golden rays have fallen on your home. Unfortunately, I am still uncertain myself. …Most of where I travel to is rich in combat, and there doesn’t seem to be any of that here.” She looked up at Spade then, and only then. He was older, but handsome, and very professional. The phoenix also wondered just how many secrets he kept in his colorful, tailored pockets. "Thankfully, of course."<br/><br/>Seated at the back of the entertainment lounge, the phoenix watched as the mage entered the room and approached the stage. He seemed equally mesmerized by Alucielle’s song, and watched her for a moment before – <em>surprisingly</em> – wandering to the back of the room and sitting next to Cleo. The phoenix instantly shifted closer to Spade, attempting to give him more room. She wasn’t used to anyone sitting <em>with</em> her. She was always alone. <em>This was… Wait. What was the mage doing now?</em> The bird watched curiously, bright eyes flitting from Alucielle’s masterful performance to Devon’s spell, until low and behold there were <em>instruments</em>. And they were not quiet, no, they were accompanying Allucielle’s words! How <em>marvelous</em>. The phoenix smiled, bravely, at Devon’s talents as they all listened. As the performance ended, Devon stood to express his gratitude, but Cleo stayed in her seat, clapping quietly, and smiling at Allucielle as the young woman stared back at her in equal awe. <br/><br/>Try as Cleo might, she did seem to attract attention. “Maybe they’ll make more enchanting music together, don't you hope?” Cleo murmured warmly to Spade, watching as Devon moved swiftly, up to Alucielle’s side near the stage again, to sing even more praise. The phoenix stayed seated where she was, still hesitant to move closer and interrupt. She was quite happy to observe, after all, it was normally what the Sun asked. Though, in all honestly, Cleo <em>knew</em> both Devon and Alucielle were far from the mortals she was usually tasked with overseeing. “She… works for you, yes?” Cleo asked Spade, nodding at Alucielle whilst the singer conversed with Devon. “It is very noble of you to give someone a purpose.” The candles, still warm and still aglow, drifted between them.</span>