My sister was the most skillful Phoenix on Mount Cinderwood.
Whenever the Phoenix Flowers bloomed, my sister would pick them, wash them, and then either shred them or dry them in the sun, turning them into all kinds of delicious treats.
Her favorite was the Phoenix Flower Cake, which had a thin, flaky crust. One bite, and the fragrance of Phoenix Flowers would fill your mouth.
Seeing her lost in a daze, seemingly immersed in memories, Celeste raised her uninjured hand and waved it in front of Amelia's eyes. "Finish your mission of repayment soon. Willow might not say it, but I know she misses you very much. It's late. You should go back now. I need to rest too."
Celeste's voice was low. She was terrified the 'door god' outside might overhear even a snippet of their conversation.
Of course, she also hoped Amelia Lockhart would take that statue of a god at the door away with her as soon as possible.
